She marches on words..A Poem by InkSlingerTrapped within a loveless marriage, she escapes within the words she writes...
Set off to a swain
who offers but little love lost in a marriage of angry tirades and sharp retorts. Lines on her face The soft graying of hair to sip from the bitter cup poisoned in the life they share. Pent up in anger of precious years lost confined to a wrapper tight moment after moment, to high a cost. She reaches out for others her pen her only discourse giving peace to an ache scrawled exchange her only parole. And so goes the written patter of sullen droning feet, of lovely dancing feet.. of feet advancing... she marches on words.. Bitter decorum hang on his lips more caustic than hand. Thrust into a deep repulse inward she turns. Lonely in her tomb vanquished in voice feeling, needing.. unexpressed her anger marches on. With palaver twisted on paper flat she finds mirth chasing line after line. She reaches out for others her pen her only discourse giving peace to an ache where scrawled exchange her only parole. In the darkness beside him.. she plots her release with words that dance, that sing she finds solace from her insipid state. And so goes the written patter of sullen droning feet, of lovely dancing feet.. of feet advancing... she marches on words.. © 2010 InkSlingerReviews
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17 Reviews Added on November 19, 2010 Last Updated on November 19, 2010 AuthorInkSlingerOut there, somewhere.., NHAboutI write... therefore I am... Life comes with no guarantees, warranties, or manuals. Just live it the best way you know how!! There are no stupid questions in life, so ask for help when you need it... more..Writing
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