Writing In A Woman's Voice
Friday, 16 August 2019
Happy day after the full moon. The forty-second
, goes to Joani Reese's haunting poem "
by Joani Reese
Like sinews stretched until they snap,
I finally reach that
I banish man-child from my home,
and toss his troubles to the
as rage cements his fisted heart
that once fluttered beneath my own.
A hardened man, he won't
rash choices formed his bitter mien,
and if he ever loved someone,
his mirrored body sat that throne.
I finally extract my life,
ll never own his fate;
forward, fall alone,
his troubles blamed on everyone.
ange to think, innocent, young,
he was my laughing, blue-eyed son.
Each angry man leaps from a boy
tempered by existential harm.
his ire thrums,
this one who never caught the ring,
sang a song, nor loved someone.
A frightened boy dwells in this man
who claims he can control the storm;
he'll realize, but far too late,
he's just another wind-tossed pawn.
Drug ravaged, dr
unken, stumbling on,
a sunken wraith, an eidolon,
hrenody's a sorrow song,
a dirge lamenting damage done.
All kindness gone, he's flown apart,
a puzzle piece lost in the dark.
I stand detached and mustn't grieve
his leaving or lie to the tru
I have no time for a fresh start,
prepare for years
missing that heart
that once beat softly, safe
beneath my own.
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16 August 2019 at 13:18
Love this.....so meaningful!
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