The voice I found
In the rich black ground--
That is not for you.
The uncertain bees
That may sting, or please--
They are not for you.
The little box where I rest my eyes,
The sarcophagus full of bottle flies--
Neither is for you.
The restoration of my better nature,
The eternal enhancement of every feature--
None of that is for you.
My spit, my sex,
Whatever comes next--
Not, and never, for you.
Your boon is what Love only claims to be--
Intact and intense never-endingly;
Receive my Hatred--
That is for you...
My gift, eternal and true.
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for One Shot Wednesday
these last 2 poems have been a bit intense shay...i hope you are ok...and the poem therapeutic...cold indeed...
ReplyDeleteLoved it. and the beat of it is still playing in my head.
ReplyDeleteNot to worry, Brian. Unlike yesterday's poem, this one isn't about anything actual. I simply got the idea for the not for you/ for you structure, and went with it. That, combined with a notion to write a poem about a banshee, ended up being this.
ReplyDeleteCleansing. True hate is when you don't even want to give them your flies. There are a few, thankfully few, I've felt that way about. I love the inexorable, intensifying progression, and the final two stanzas are the knockout blow. That penultimate stanza--it shouts righteously.
ReplyDeleteIntense write!
ReplyDeleteI was going to say something but my g'girl distracted me and now it has escaped me.
ReplyDeleteAn un- love poem. could you send Hallmark this to give them some variety ???
ReplyDeleteMoony hugs amiga
Intense indeed, but, as always, finely wrought.
ReplyDeletePowerful write. The voice delivers. I'd love to hear you read it aloud.
ReplyDeleteOuch...while it may not be your truth it sure is someones but I like the power throughout the poem..well done!!
ReplyDeleteDamn, this is cold. I love it!
ReplyDeleteNot even your SPIT??
ReplyDeleteFB...You can be Icy Cold!
Magnificently Direct, Loved It!
Sounds like she's had enough and knows how to walk away without looking back. Nice flow, and interesting word play with the title.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is too kind for my very few but very real enemies; most of all it is too intelligent and too well written. I wouldn't put such a feast before their eyes. Fabulous as always, Shay, just fab. Gay
ReplyDeleteVery powerful write, glad I stopped by...
ReplyDeleteWoah!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki :)
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I'm glad Brian asked the question. Great work! Just hoping you're not about to throw the nearest child into a wood chipper ;-)
ReplyDeleteHappy or sad, mad or glad, we'll always be eternal and true to ya!
I just love the directness of this, Shay.
ReplyDeletePamela
"My gift... of hatred. Wow. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a sting in the tail - or in this case, tale, perhaps? Loved it...
ReplyDeletedamn... who pissed you off?
ReplyDeleteOh, thats what you call hatred, powerful enough. God, girl, I would say extreme.
ReplyDeleteMercy - sending hatred as a gift. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteNice ..
ReplyDeleteOh the pain of a broken heart... you made me relive it all again.
ReplyDeleteShocking! I guess that's what's poetically good about it --- sure made me sit up and take notice; a blossom on fire!
ReplyDeleteDamn sounds like someone ticked you off right good, the hatred made the last lines that much better though, nice!
ReplyDeleteBrutally good; this one (as the last "love" poem) has some real meat to it that is just so dang raw - love it ~
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Funny, I had revenge on my mind today also. I'm working on the Short Story Slam with it. Something must be in the air...
ReplyDeleteDarnit! I had such high hopes ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhoa. That was awesome and intense. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteYour boon is what Love only claims to be--
ReplyDeleteIntact and intense never-endingly;
Receive my Hatred--
That is for you...
My gift, eternal and true...
...those lines are visceral...I like em'! Great write.
Eternal hatred, oooh...chica, I don't want to be on the receiving end of this one, but I must say, it is Classic Shay, extremely creative and passionately and brutally honest.
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