Words

relationship

 

I waited for the lifted moods

The crushing falls

The dull moments

Of empty thoughts

That for some reason

You found most important

And I found most impotent

 

Perhaps that was your

In to get out of

Whatever it was

That came before it

They were just words

 

Words, that in the end,

You threw around

Like dishes and bric-a-brac

Contemptuous pottery

And expletive stone wear

 

Words, jagged shrapnel

Of syllables and letters

That I merely swept up

And threw out in the trash

 

Words, that became

A broken language that

I understood all too well

But you never understood mine

Author's Note

writing is still such an effort for me, so sorry I have been gone for so long. I haven't been really reading any poetry either unless it is directly sent to me, it confuses me as I work through this block. Others find inspiration through other's words but it just confuses me with the style and content and I didn't want to accidentally plagiarize... So, this is all I have for right now.

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

I hear you sweetums. I have been going through some issues with memory and it reminds me of Mom when she first began to get Alzheimer's I scares the begeebers out of me. Your poem is very well written.

[Patricia]

Thank you so much Miss Sharon, that is tough one, memory loss is scary and I have had hundreds of patients in my career with Dementia and Alzheimer's and it's very difficult. There are medications now that help slow it down now that are very successful. Memory loss will come to us all, it is inevitable. I have always had a bad memory but that is mostly by choice, selective memory loss but unfortunately good memories go with them so there is a draw back to that little gift. I do pray for you and I hope that you will not come to the same diagnosis. Reach out to your doctor if you haven't already, there are things that can be done. Take care darlin' Love P

[keith]

OK ... what an inventive b***h slapping!
so truthful and very descriptive without muddying the waters
kudos i say kudos

on the other note, i too have an obsession with NOT plagiarizing art
i have not been to a gallery or museum in such a long time as the last i visited i left with a mediocre opinion
not sure there is original thought ... perhaps interpretations. who knows
i suggest you write what you want and how you want and for the better part all will be giggey

[Patricia]

Hello Keith and thank you and I agree there is no need for mud, that just becomes venting and not poetry. And thanks for the understanding and encouragement with the writers block. It will come back to me.

[keith]

venting can be poetry ... 'poetic license'
it can be angry it can be sad it can be self-pity it can be humorous it can religious it can be political
it can be whatever the author wants it to be
my 'muddying the waters' comment was directed to this writing of yours not a critique or definition of poetry in general
an open mind creates the better writes no matter the motivations

[Patricia]

Yes of course Kieth, I’m only talking about this piece. :D

[Betty Hermelee]

Although I find this kind of abusive, it rings a bell for every relationship P. This is hardly a mental block! Obviously, many words can be brutal, stinging, painful; and yet the person who is saying these words has no conscience, in my opinion. This is no relationship, it is so one-sided and harmful. It is like singing a soliloquy in a dark room. It's too bad that your words were never understood. Powerful write my dear friend,
BIG HUGS, me

[Patricia]

Oh yes, a new poem from an old page and relationship from my journals. Happy days and much love and respect with the current hubby. He is a hoot and a good man. But thank you for the review and yes this poem still came hard and should not have but I will take what I can get from my muse. Hugs! Love P

[light and ashes]

Powerful. WELL SAID. Excellently written.

[Patricia]

Thank you very kindly :)

[light and ashes]

You are very welcome.

[lightsong]

Gosh! my lovely friend! the muted pain I feel through your lines here... a sealed wound, instead of open to bleeds, it opens to try and be healed by WORDS. words do hurt, words do hurt A LOT. when they are uttered they are never returned. their energy might haunt us for a long time. Now for your note... NEVER apologize for a thing that all of us poets go through, reading shouldn't be a job my dear, it is sharing, so also NEVER worry. I understand the confusing part, You need your own solitude and that's your right. You understand your own words more than anyone else, and they will never fail You. sending You many bright wishes, warm hope, abundant inspiration. Take care of yourself❤️(P.S, I am losing my WORDS! I spilled water on my keyboard, now it's stupid than ever! I tired half an hour to send You my review here, until I gave up and used my smartphone to review You, Sighhh! TECHNOLOGY!) HUGSSSS***

[Patricia]

Hello Love- thank you so much for your words :) Words can not be taken back and yes they are out there forever and never forgotten and though they can be forgiven that only lasts if there is change and verbal abuse rarely changes. Thank you for your understanding as I work through this block, you are so kind. My goodness you went through a lot just to get this review in and I thank you and I am honored you did. I do hope your computer is not ruined forever, they are so expensive. My fingers are crossed. Hugs!

[lightsong]

Hi again Sweetest You*

This "laptop" thing is still upset, I'm giving it extra time so it can dry from the water that leaked inside, it's still young, less than 2 years old.... and THANK YOU for praying. EXPENSIVE is the word🥺.

Thank You for taking the time to respond to your readers in your difficult situation. more and sincerely for reading one of my poems, You didn't have to my dear really. Just take good care of your precious self and heart. Love❤️

[Patricia]

Oh I always return the love even with a handicap these days, my head is so foggy nothing is getting through it to stick in there, so no worries. HUGS!

[lightsong]

The fog will rain words and clear your mind. Hopefully, so soon 🥰

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia.. Words come in different colors like flowers in your Garden… they come with a Promise and a Kiss for each tomorrow. Even in your Silence I could hear the Bells of Canterbury in soft shades of Blue.,. God bless your comings and goings. softly, Pat

[Patricia]

Pat, you are such a wonderful reviewer and commenter and thank you! HUGS!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pat... I have been in similar relationships... and it was impossible. Now at last I can Relax and be myself. There is no Perfect; however, there is understanding and kindness and Support for the Person you are and want to be... and Vice Versus. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a fine line sometimes between important and impotent, between writing and riding the bench...
"your in to get out of"

that is impressive phrasing...simple yet clever.
the whole poem is clever...

relationships hinge often on words, but when one side throws them out recklessly and the other side is not heard...communication is amiss...
This poem is not amiss.
so glad to see you around again...missed you.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you j. and I missed you too :) thanks for the wonderful review. :) HUGS!

[John the Baptist]

Words can hurt you, despite what the old sticks and stones saying claims. In this instance, it sounds as though the other was using words to get out of a relationship. Such words do not often lead to pleasant scenes. Usually, they lead to good byes.

[Patricia]

Thank you John, always a pleasure to see you, and yes you are so right words like that do lead to goodbyes for one's sanity.

[Chris Shaw]

Miss you my dear friend.

Those words will come back. Yes they will, when you least expect it. It happens to all of us. You are a writer, never forget it.

It is a joy to find a post from you today.

Chris

[Patricia]

Thank you Chris and nice to see you too :)

[Chris Shaw]

I have returned dear Patricia as, I got interrupted and I have more to say. Communication is key in relationships, but when you are with someone who is thoughtless when it comes to word usage and doesn't use them with care, you have a problem. Words used as weapons can really hurt. Your stanzas three and four are very telling and remind me of a relationship I was in which turned into a disaster. He was never short of words, in fact was verbose. He never learned the art of listening , so when I spoke, my words were unheard. Gone with the wind. Your poem makes me realise how lucky I am now. Listening is as important as speaking.That is lost on some. Sorry that you have had this experience. Once bitten twice shy. We can certainly learn by our mistakes. I did.

It is such a pain for a writer when the words won't play. I have been there on many occasions. I wish you well and know that this situation is a temporary blip.

Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia]

So glad you came back to comment on this. Yes, I agree with everything you said. It is an art and it takes practice between two people. My experience was long ago but the emotional down fall from it took a long time to climb out of because one gets so wore down by it that it becomes who you are. So you have to relearn how to be a human being again but never the one you were before. It changes your personality, I am not the same person I was before that is for sure. But I am stronger, smarter, and I recognize the signs in others and know to walk away from them. I won't put myself in that position again. Fortunately I have someone who is respectful and loving and listens as well as he expresses. But if my poems bring conversation and reaches someone in the same position to let them know they are not alone then it is worth putting the words out there and maybe they will reach out and I can help. Thanks for the love and right back at you :) Love P

[William Michael Reeves]

Style is a hard thing to plagiarize. The effort required hardly seems worth it. Language can be finite and infinite in combination. Language is an oxymoron perhaps.

I really like your play on those two lines. Important and impotent. Better take out the garbage, the sweepings are fillin' up the can! And words can be sharper than shards of glass. Use a strong bag.

[Patricia]

Thank you William :)