When the warmth of a kiss is a bait that hides the cruelest hook.
When the promise of better days is nothing but kind persuasion into a trap, followed by punishment for having accepted what came under the disguise of a gift.
When a hand gives what the other is ready to take, only to hurt and control, desperate to invert lifelong inferiority that generates angry hunger, thirst unquenched.
War has not been declared. It is insidious It is poisonous.
Like a malignant tumor that contaminates healthy cells, subterranean hurt unleashed deserves a bitter end.
First, disbelief shakes the foundations of her little world. (To trust and discover insanity Is a blow at one’s humanity.)
Then, anger swirls around and quickens, ready to sting. Until memories of a previous life restore her weary soul.
As a descendant of the Trojans - a survivor twice as strong - she knows the shape of deceit, and in the end, turns the wooden horse into a harmless-trivial-toy.
The child within, initially wide-eyed and trusting, so easily sliced and diced with deception; incredibly difficult to heal and rise again. But, ah, when she does ... "turns the wooden horse into a harmless-trivial-toy." Only one who has been there and learned the alchemy of transformation can write about it so beautifully. Wonderful, Axilea. Jerelyn
To conquer those fears we are faced with is a most rewarding challenge. Turning the Trojan horse of war into an insignificant play toy shows great spirit...
Looking back through the mistakes of the past and knowing the wisdom and knowledge of the deceitfullness one can come across...it is the ability to see past the smoke screen of dishonesty which keeps one within the safety of reality...
Truly inspirational. Yes,how we get taught the deceit so that we will see it coming better the next time. Thank Goodness there are good relationships out there. Yes, make that trojan horse into a toy. And I kept the t small for the reason being I don't want it to get big. Excellent poem. Liz
This touched me Axilea as I thought about spouses abused in a way that is not always punishable by law...verbal abuse. I have seen good men and women once happy, strong, intelligent and proud turned by this abuse into meek and tired shells of what they could have become.
Kathy and Charlie... there must be a long-distance connection going
on.
When writing this "sort of poem thing", I had this image in mind. Wood, the fake warmth of a kiss... naturally, the con artist should end up doing something "real", something "useful" just for once.
Heartless behavior and exploitation of someone else's presence, qualities, empathy, real-life experience, with the sudden twist of denigrating, manipulating, devaluing what he's been after, what he has taken as a source of motivation, as life to brighten up his dead pale skin... it would be too easy to get away with it. Hatred that only comes out of jealousy, of an old feeling of inferiority, can only be pushed back. And if the pathetic (but mean) perpetrator falls into the flames, the warmth will be real... at last.
Although I'd say... beware of the toxic fumes.
Thank you for your insightful and friendly comments. They are precious.
This is thought provoking excellence, Axilea, the chaotic dance of two trying to be one. Anything can be the Trojan horse: lack of communication was mine and my ex husband's. When we'd communicate, it was through arguing...well done.
I loved Kathy's idea with the log. I do love a good bon-fire. Roasted mallo's--crispy tan. Yummmmminess--so sweet. Peace at last in the dancing flames. --Charlie
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Reviewed on November 20, 2007
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"Then, anger swirls around
and quickens, ready to sting.
Until memories of a previous life
restore her weary soul."
much is hidden when seemingly apparent ... the guise of purpose and being unfolds onto itself ...
From the opening lines to the last strophe, art and knowledge embraced wisdom to poetize "The Trojan Horse".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be safe,
Karen
a very nice work of thought...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
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on.
When writing this "sort of poem thing", I had this image in mind. Wood, the fake warmth of a kiss... naturally, the con artist should end up doing something "real", something "useful" just for once.
Heartless behavior and exploitation of someone else's presence, qualities, empathy, real-life experience, with the sudden twist of denigrating, manipulating, devaluing what he's been after, what he has taken as a source of motivation, as life to brighten up his dead pale skin... it would be too easy to get away with it. Hatred that only comes out of jealousy, of an old feeling of inferiority, can only be pushed back. And if the pathetic (but mean) perpetrator falls into the flames, the warmth will be real... at last.
Although I'd say... beware of the toxic fumes.
Thank you for your insightful and friendly comments. They are precious.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
stan
God bless you. Kathy