Reality. Poem by Viola Grey
Reality.
Let's be real, now.
Let's face the truth.
You were clearly
not meant for me.
The towel was thrown
long before
the first punch.
But,
at least we can walk away
with our heads
held high.
4/5/09
'No not done yet' I offer myself as clay Spiky spine of ego removed Make me unmake me Knead me into deformities Of desires When done Let algae of your angst grow unto me Own me in hatred If your love spiky spine grow
The first and last segments are so unemotively written, but the strength of feeling shines through. What packs the punch (if I may continue the imagery) is the central section. Controlled passion. I love it.
As always a good strong write from you Viola....this is briliant...Fi 10++++
with our heads held high. so small but lovely- but I got the reality -10 anjali
The towel was thrown long before the first punch, brilliant Viola, this little piece says so much, loved it, regards Tom
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4/25/2024 9:22:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hurts reality doesn't it sometimes. Good to see you walked away with pride. (I am always your side dear friend) . As usual, you get to the nitty gritty in your own concise way. Karin Anderson