God's Viciousness Aside
by Laurel A. Johnson
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
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Memories lingering in the human mind are sometimes bittersweet.
Godís Viciousness Aside
God knew the sort of music
it would take to make my heartsong
swell, maintain itself through every season.
You. He threw you at me,
then sat back to watch the fireworks,
like I was a family picnic in the summer.
No man had ever turned me on before.
(My grandma said I was a spinster,
without a man at twenty three,
engrossed in my profession
instead of hatching babies to
enlarge the family tree.)
First time we met, fine lanugo
arced with electricity
so fierce I looked for burn marks
later in the mirror as I cried,
then finally vomited in desperation.
You went across the ocean
to some foreign land and all I could remember
was your hand, the way it casually
caressed my shoulder when you said goodbye.
I couldnít cry or eat, avoided sleep,
imagining that you might die and I
would never know what it was like
to have you lay beside me
or bring to life inside me what I knew
was lying dormant, waiting.
You returned, determined to enjoy a ten course dinner -
me - as your reward for bravery beyond the call of duty.
Medals for valor hanging off your chest
were not enough. You wanted something warm
to prove that you were still alive.
Oh I canít go on with this.
Please donít make me reminisce.
You know the way our story went
and so do I. Donít make me cry.
God got his fireworks, enjoyed the show
awhile then struck a vicious blow
just to prove he could.
Now nothingís good,
not wild and sweet between us like before,
but Godís viciousness aside,
it was fun while it lasted..
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|Reviewed by Londis Carpenter
|an excellent plucking on the heartstrings with the music of your words. this poem conveys a whole gamut of emotions. TY Londis|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
*tears* powerful, emotional write--well done
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :( this one made me cry
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Great write, Laurel. I think your poem is another wonderful expression of your feelings. Glad to see it had a bit of fiction in it, too.
|Reviewed by Laurel Johnson
|Thanks for the comments. It was the right man. We've been married for decades.|
|Reviewed by Jackie Brooks
|God is not vicious, you chose the wrong man. Jackie <> <|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Much Wisdom in this great write!!!|