This poem is about a friend
~*~
She threw the shredded canvas
into the dumpster with rage
he watched from the balcony
she ignored his plea to stop
It was a painting she had done
when he was younger and faithful
one of her best portraits
she treasured it so highly
Now still full of anger she got in her car
and took off for points unknown
amidst shouts from him of " where are
you going, please come back"
She drove like a demon was after her
and knowing she could do damage she
pulled off the main road and went to
a nearby tavern, ordered a Dewar's neat
She sat alone in a booth, having been there before...the waitress knew her casually
She ordered another scotch, but in water this time. her thoughts were still flying about helter skelter
Dar had been cheating with one after another for the past year it was time to call it quits. she had put up with him hoping it would stop
But now to learn his latest was her sisters 19 year old daughter that was beyond the pale
Shivered just thinking about it and what her sister would do if she ever found out
Dar said it was over , had only been a few times, but she no longer trusted him
She hated what this world was becoming morally
there seemed to be no taboos at all
To hell with it she decided to look out of the city for a small town with at least some goodness in it
She wanted no more of the "sex in the city"
syndrome that had taken over the land
Sex was good she liked it, but with romance
and love , not just anything with anyone
She cried for her niece who would have to pay for this shoddy behavior one day. Deception always bites back
She cared not what would happen to her mate of 8 years he was the least of her worries he'd get his eventually, karma is like that
But for her sister and niece, her heart bled, and a little for herself too, everything good is dying
etw-2005
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Carole
Carmen
from most with the ending surprising me,a sad ending with no glimmer of hope.I believe this poem is Prose?(I am still attempting to learn the names of the different styles.)You can write so well in so many different ways and styles ALL of them excellent.I have only attempted two poems in prose,they are the hardest for me to do.My favorite line was 'Deception always bites back' those words are very powerful Eileen,I cheered at that part...brava!I believe the theme of your poem that indeed morality and marriage are dying,(sadly.)The subject of this poem is not an easy one to write on but you did it very well and you took the reader on a smooth ride through a sad and bumpy terrain.Sometimes (as your last line says) it seems like 'everything good is dying',how true that is...poetry,at least,never dies.Best wishes always to you an yours,love from,Kay.
Without love, outside Gods realm, without romance too. It can only lead to pain. Either now or when it's time to check out.
The worse day will be when no-one can differ between right and wrong.
Sage
Allen