Monday, January 15, 2007

About Time...

I wrote this poem a few weeks prior to Christmas. It's been a while since I posted a poem, perhaps today is the day I should embrace the moment and include one of my ramblings in my posts. I sorted through my file that contains my mental compositions, prose, verse and other sometimes inane scribblings and garble. Some are excluded from public display and critique. I've levied a boycott upon them for one reason or the other.

A Taunting Dance

You tempt me you tease and taunt
Seduce perversely with a cold heart
Your silences in my face you flaunt
False words continually tear me apart

My wounded heart battered and torn
Am I walking through your treachery
No longer can I bear your surly scorn
Nor your injurious mean mockery

I am drowning waiting but no more
Sick of living in someone else’s skin
Your continual deceptions I abhor
I cannot keep taking it on the chin

Did it ever occur to you in your deceit
Eventually I would see the light
My dance with you is at last complete
Will I be missed as I fade into the night

14 comments:

  1. Very nice haunting lyrics. I do like your poetry.

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  2. Thanks Neo...I hadn't posted any for a while so thought I'd better do so! ;)

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  3. Hmmm Lee, does that come from the heart? Methinks you get rid of a lot of angst by writing about it and it's too raw just to be plucked out of thin air - I think those feelings have been experienced.

    But that's what great poetry and prose is all about.

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  4. Do I dare bare my soul and answer your question, Robyn?

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  5. You don't have to, Lee. Some things are too private to talk about.

    It's great poetry though, because I feel it's straight from the heart.

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  6. An interesting poem, well constructed and I liked the alternate line rhyming.

    I am inclined to agree with Puss-in –Boots.

    The reasons to endure discomfort, or sustain false hopes, if indeed that be the case need not form part of your poem.

    Best wishes

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  7. My thoughts as I opened the comment box match Robyns...
    "Ouch .. Lee .. that comes from the heart"

    It's good to look back at where we once were - reflect on the times behind the sentiments - good thing these days is - the further back I go, the more I realise how MANY 'sentiments' I have enjoyed.

    Love your poetry ..

    just popped in to say goodnight before I head off to bed.
    :-)
    Della
    p.s. yep - a feast of Sport, I see the poms finally got a win - against the kiwis.

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  8. I'm not too good at analyzing prose and poetry but this one conjures up some intuiguing imagery.

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  9. Thank you for your comments, Lindsay, Della, Robbie and Dave...poetry is doing what it's meant to do, if it causes one to think, I think! ;)

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  10. Thank you, Lee...ummm, I mean Cosmo...thank you for your words, which are appreciated! :)

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  11. I like it, Lee and it's obviously heartfelt. Does it help to put it into words? I imagine it does. I'm sorry you've been so hurt.

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  12. Ahhh...I'm not hurt, Welsh...have the hide of a rhino! ;) I just like putting emotions into words...for whatever reason! :)

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