Thursday, December 30, 2010

Magpie Tales 46- Poem: No Choice





No Choice-
You left me
like a hand removed
from gloves—
flat and limp.

What could you do?
The bird had no tweet;
the stem lacked any bud.

I was poison;
you water—

you could only dilute me
but always there would be venom.




2010© Michael A. Wells

10 comments:

kathew said...

yow! Tense words.

Tess Kincaid said...

Powerful write, Michael. Excellent.

Michael said...

Tess- Thank you, getting the fullest measure of power out of words is a goal of mine for the new year.

Michael said...

kathew - appreciate your comment and stopping by. :)

Trellissimo said...

Ouch! Vitriol worthy of Ada...

Fenny said...

This one left me in awe Michael ... love it!!!

Michael said...

Fenny - Ah, Thank you!So many of yours do that to me. Glad I could return a favor. :)

Michael said...
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Jingle said...

powerful,
masterful job.

happy 2011.

Brian Miller said...

oy this was excellent particularly those closing lines...