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She pretended to be Little Girl Lost, thinking that's what he wanted.
He, being well-mannered, ordered for her in restaurants. Always the lamb chops. He presumed she liked them; she never said a word to the contrary.
He pretended to be Big Strong Daddy, thinking that's what she wanted.
She, being reverential, went down on him twice a week. He assumed she liked to; she did nothing to dissuade him.
They made a lovely, though perfectly ordinary, couple.
He, a key jiggler when conversing at parties, smiled quite often— as that sort of man is wont to do. And when she, at the decent age of thirty-two, slit her wrists in their white-on-white bathroom, no one was surprised— save he.
The funeral was properly tearful; it was I who'd sent the Wedding Day camellias.
© 2005
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you...oh, your work has always simply gotten me/got to me ...you have a way with universal & personal truths and your Poetry, well..
you, for me, so long gone, ah, Patricia, Ms. Gomes!
(How I wish I was around more...damn, but...life, sigh~)
for me, this, well...brilliant, read it slowly alud silently and wondered and that ending...smashed me right where it was meant...God, I love your work!
powerful, eloquent, more!.....
m.
While "little girl lost" is a cliche, but then it fits well. In second strophe an enjambment between lines 3 and 4, with "Always" (adverb) ommited may be better. Again "big strong daddy" is a cliche, but fits quite well under the circumstance. Line 5 in next strophe can do well replacing the semicolon with a comma. In the concluding line "properly tearful" is kind of an oxymoron, which gives good mileage...but it takes away the high standards this minimalist post
sets. Last line is little too long, considering the slow pace this poem moves with. At last, there are 22 pronouns in such a short poem, which can reduce its value!
I have found some excellent points about this post, especially your enjambment decisions and budgeting of cliches (coz this type of topic will invariably bring cliches into action). You have maintained a nice tension, and more importantly, a balance between emotion and sense. The sensitive and sensible narrative has more than compensated for the small technical things I have mentioned!
This is only the second poem going to my library.
Trainee Poet
Reindeer
Ron
missed you!
God bless,
Sandie.
Well written!!
Love Tinka
its meaning to the senses...
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
I loathe women who feign helplessness as much as I loathe the key jigglers.