Hesitation marks

I tried to bleed

the veins were dry

I tried to scrawl

the muses pen was

smashed upon the floor

I tried to leave

many, many times

and the tide of tears

swept me back

against the shore

I tried to love

your intolerant heart

but the barbed wire kisses

bit too deep

I tried to call, but the

smashed entrails of a smartphone

were not that smart,

after all

I tried to write, but

the scrunched up, scrawled upon

dead tree and ink

blocking the toilet

will not flush

refuses to exit

drain left

I tried to e-mail

but pornhub predictive txt

got there first

I tried to speak in

broken, drunken honesty

and tried to understand

your silent, pithy commentary

I tried to leave

many, many sleepless nights

tossed and turned

in guilt and sweat

You tried once, 

Gezuntight !

Reviews

[Eilis]

Another fine title. It’s hard to get my footing while reading this because I haven’t figured out if I’m meant to laugh or cry. I could do both at the same time. Sometimes when I laugh I cry anyway, so maybe I’ll just do that. Then no one can say I reacted wrongly.

Relationships are s**t sometimes. And other people a complete mystery (and they love to be!). Trying. In the context of the poem it seems overrated. But, sometimes we try because we feel we deserve the punishment. Hmm.

I don’t know. I’m going to laugh-cry my way out of here and think about it.

I always enjoy your dance between humor and despair. When you do that on the page. That sounds awkward, but hopefully you’ll get what I mean.

[gram linski]

certainly do, Eilis, I was laugh/crying as I wrote it, lol, we all deserve a little bit of punishment, now and then, nothing too harsh, mind you,

[Chris Shaw]

Why am I laughing while reading this a second and third time just to make sure I didn't miss any of the supreme effort you made in attempting a reconciliation? She had a lucky escape my friend. :))

Chris

[gram linski]

Haha, cheeky f****r, thanks, Chris

[Chris Shaw]

What me??? Ha ha.

[Robert Trakofler]

the try trials trail of tears taking you to tear troublesome tact to tatters...oh my this is sad and hilarious at the same time time to find a new face for your rhymes my fine friend! :) this was a very clever write

[gram linski]

and you are a cunning linguist, dude, do you speak like this out loud lol, the bunny banter ballast beguiles bone shaped boredom, buried beneath bombastic boom, bedank and bedink, me dink,

[Robert Trakofler]

Lol I do sometimes after I have been writing too long I cant stop rhyming and or alliterating

[gram linski]

and why should you
could you
would you
dude.you.

[Coyote Poetry]

The writer's loneliness.
"I tried to speak in
broken, drunken honesty
and tried to understand
your silent, pithy commentary"
I loved the above lines and us, who love to write. Must find the place where the pen comes alive. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[gram linski]

Thanks again, for me the pen comes alive in the spare room, music blasting, alone with a quill, and a bottle of wine, lol

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand the need for a quiet room and you are welcome.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A one sided attempt to reconcile differences through discussion/communication met with silence and a frail attempt by the other party. There is a sort of desperation in the protagonists multiple tries at getting through and as is often the case it is too late as the horse has already bolted!

[gram linski]

Pretty much, dude, pretty much, cheers,

[DAH]

First up, the closing couplet is fabulous, funny and tight.

Every stanza is firm in its stance of emotions and truth.

Love this one:
"I tried to e-mail
but pornhub predictive txt
got there first"

There's a radical passion in this write, akin to
a powerful love song, far from the dull clutches of modern pop.

I'd love to hear this recited with a bit of abstract jazz, lightly,
in the back ground.

"I tried to call, but the
smashed entrails of a smartphone
were not that smart,
after all" excellent!

Bravo!

[gram linski]

Thanks for reviewing DAH, glad you liked it, if you want to recite my poem to abstract jazz, recite away it would work well,

[DAH]

My pleasure!