Alleluia! Alleluia! Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Rating: 4.2


In August the grass discovered it could grow all by itself.
It could stretch its green almost to the sky.
The grass-cutter was being removed, it was free!

He was not going to live in the house anymore.
No more shaving cream in the bathroom.
No more man smells to ruin the atmosphere.

The house was free. Alleluia! Alleluia!

He was packing his clothes, his books, his life.
He was wrapping his past into green garbage bags.
Packing his clothes into duffle bags and suitcases.

Even as he removed his presence from the house,
he was reminded of how insignificant he had become.
Words flew at him like fireflies in the dark.

The woman was free. Alleluia! Alleluia!

Tears were not an option, he had been trained otherwise.
Face stoic, set in firm stone of absolute determination.
The end was the end, or perhaps a beginning?

Slipping his bags into the car, starting the engine.
One last look at the house he had worked to have.
One last sigh as he hit the pedal and drove away.

The man was not coming back. Alleluia! Alleluia!

He wondered who would cut the grass now?

Thursday, October 15, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Philip Winchester 17 October 2009

She will find away...She Always Does....Interesting Prose, Good Story Line. Thanks for your kind comment to mine....I like stories to! +10/10 Kind Regards Philip

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Sandra Fowler 18 October 2009

A very compelling story. The grass and the woman may be free, but the man is still very much a prisoner of his memories. I can hear his inner cry in every line of this excellent write. Kind wishes, Sandra

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The grass will grow, the doors remain shut And a once love warmed house grow cold And they no longer lived happily- ever- after tale Is now frequently told as relation ships fail.........

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Mark Nwagwu 14 November 2009

flowing, cascading, like water rolling down a hill, into a pool, inviting us to splash and have fun. Oh, so good, Chris, the man smell was gone! and the woman free!

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Rachel Butler 09 November 2009

'The end was the end, or perhaps a beginning' Rachel Ann Butler

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bye bye... bye bye 20 October 2009

This is marvellous! It spells LIBERTY all over... all these voluntary, self-chosen chains and duties. Hurray for the growing grass! Still...?

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Susan Horvath 18 October 2009

An excellent piece of work

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