Last straw.

Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write a “last straw” poem. At first I wasn’t sure what to do with that, couldn’t think of any time when I felt something had reached that kind of critical mass. That’s silly, of course, as there must be so many. Still.

I started trying to write something despite myself, but that was a losing battle. And then …

to write
you tonight.
your low, Irish creme
clogs, Motown
swagger — music
dripping like rich, thick,
I wanted
to find you here,
tip of my pen.

your ugly,
casual slights,
disregard, disdain.
turning back
to you — one time,
again. And again.
pushing me,
shaping my thoughts,
saying you were love.

your closed hand,
love of power,
your sharp, cutting tongue.
back once,
and again.
Willfully blind
and imagining
a future.
Finding you — your
threat wrapped in velvet.

Okay, this one is driving me crazy.  There was, of course, a last straw.  But I’m stopping before I get there.  Yes, this is the control freak behavior that a certain VONA workshop leader accused me of: forcing the piece to end before it’s actually finished.  Feh.  I don’t want to be writing a long, LONG piece about this man, this relationship.  So this will stop.  On to the next.


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An Arun is a 15-line poem with the syllable count 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x.  It may be a new thing in the world, made up by me last year.  “Arun” means “five” in Yoruba.


3 thoughts on “Last straw.

  1. I know exactly what the VONA workshop leader was talking about. I feel it myself in my own writing, closing my notebook even when I know there’s more there. it’s the missing movement from thought to action. Is it control? or is it fear? and if fear, fear of what — of consequences?


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