MARRIAGE

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Broken pieces
will never make
a pot that holds
anything
But oh there is potery
that feasts
are served on
come my love
and dine
with me

Thank you for your submissions Rachel and Catlady!
Kitty

Gypsy Red - thank you for that beautifully presented poem.
Kitty

Sapphire - thank you for your submission.
Kitty

catlady said:Broken pieces
will never make
a pot that holds
anything
But oh there is potery
that feasts
are served on
come my love
and dine
with me

Speechless!

A character poem~

"Hollow Word Lament"
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She said she wasn’t mad at me and smiled, but,  
I was dialed into her hands, which  
she clenched like her jaw line,  
giving away her poker face.    
She lied, I feel sad.  
 
She said she liked my gift and smiled, but,  
I haven’t seen it in weeks, she’s  
hidden it away without play.  
What can I say?  
She lied, I feel a bit mad.  
 
She said she was interested in me and smiled, but,  
when I got near her feet turned away,  
pointed in the other direction.  
She gave me the wrong instructions,  
my brilliant deduction.  
She lied, what phony seduction.  
 
She said she wanted to kiss me and smiled,  
licked and touched her lips more than usual, but,  
when I went to them to sway,  
her eyes and face quickly turned the other way.  
She lied, why do I even stay.  
 
I’ve tried diligently to seize all opportunities,  
show her my thoughtfulness,  
how gentle, how caring I can be, but,  
her body speaks louder than her hollow words.  
I can’t even swallow my pride anymore.  
It hurts just as much,  
spent,  
I lament.

Strider - thank you for your submission!
Kitty

The ‘D’ word .



i.   A sign
    “To be continued.”  
    left on the
    bedroom door.  
    reminding him of
    what was disregarded yesterday.  
    As it is read  
    shattered    
    fragments of their  
    life’s windscreen    
    appear vividly in his mind,  
    like a dress rehearsal  
    for the afterlife.  
   
    But the man has  
    emotions  
    whilst well sheltered  
    they speak volumes  
    and share  
    his cracked  
    dislocated    
    heart  
    with society and the rest  
    of this unforgiving    
    world.  
   
ii. An affirmation  
   of just two  
   words, was where  
   this tormented  
   bliss began.  
   And the rubix    
   riddle he finds himself    
   clutching to  
   becomes apparent.  
   
   Yet still    
   in the depths of  
   his soul,  
   the heart    
   races  
   chanting  
   in alarming    
   retorts  
   and screaming    
   "Suicide"  
   from the depth  
   of its dark  
   unexercised  
   bass-less  
   beat.  
   Yet it remembers  
   those three letters,  
   oh how easily    
   he shouted  
   
   “I do.”  
   
iii.  Today he studies  
     new verse.  
     Two new words  
     that he  
     will be prompted  
     to say    
     at a moment  
     opportune.  
   
     And he studies them  
     learns them  
     rehearses them  
     auditions    
     in front  
     of his reflection  
     in her full length  
     wall mirror.  
     Finally he finds    
     enthusiasm  
     in his voice,  
     as he blurts the  
     six letters,    
     in harmonious  
     dissonance  
   
     “The End.”



-x-

Previously written and published at DU on 13 November 2011.

At times . . .  
 
   
In the times
when my
heart
roars louder
than the
voices
in my head.
And my vocal
chords;
are muted
by the
memories
we share.
 
In the times
I see
our daughters'
smile
laugh
& sing.
 
I stare at
emotions with
lust-filled
craving.
Saving yet
another
mental-picture
of you.
 
As the
album
fills
I come to realise
I do,
I do still
love you.
 
 
 
-x-
 
 
 
Especially for Kerry.

Previously written and published on DU on 3rd February 2012.

Alip - thank you so much for participating!
Kitty

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