All the Words He Left Trapped in Her Throat
Listen, these words were meant
only to be whispered ..
But their inevitable sigh was
followed by a moan
and then, by a single silent scream ..
Which incidentally
occurred the moment he became
blind to those words
he left trapped in the depths
of her throat
and his eventual, hasty departure ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not all poetry is pretty, nor should it be ... and no, I'm not some kind of serial killer either .. maybe :)
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A haunt of a read which describes so aptly a runaway guy blind to his actions..............x
that is precisely wot I wanted to hear .. ta Fay n truly ........ Neville x
ha! that's crazy
how our offerings sync-up
in theme, so often
Hyung..
'our callous indifference
in the choices we make'...
plus
this subtly, inconsequential
(at initial appearance)
poem
is one of your deepest write's
'in my humble opinion'..
(when we leave
and they're left, to choke
on the unsaid
we left in place, untouched
when at a fingertips
distance, choosing to ignore
that opportunity
to salvage their shattered, hopes
from evolving, in-to
a decimated heart's, irreversible
scar
are we, selfish perpetrators
or merely: survivors
escaping from that inevitable
tertiary blast
of a broken romance's, consequences...?)
sorry
if I read your poetry differently
than your intent, dear Poet
I know we kind of all too often abuse and misuse the word love .. but I love it sir Mek .. thank you N
oh I'm so weary of 'that' word now
every time I feel like using it
I internally cringe, and it's
that learnt behaviour, doubling-up
as saying it
so often, is something we pick-up
(we, the lucky ones
that have the word in our lives)
and then simultaneously
becoming aware of its, lessening
significance due to over use
(or misplaced use, to be acute)
is also a social nuance
we interpret as our own volition
or opinion..
I see a future, where people
have to ration their use
of the word love, lest they be taxed
or fined...
lol
Haunting, which leaves me to wonder, what did she say? Well, Bullet, you've gone and done it again----excellent write!!!
its a secret but she asked me to say thank you on her behalf .... so thank you on her behalf ...... N 🙂
She was just about to say, "I love you", but he was too afraid that those would not be the words she would say.
you never know you may be write but just like a gentleman, a would be poet never tells .. he does always say thank you though ... thank you though 🙂
thank you though 😉
Funny how one small moment in time, when actions speak louder than words, can change the trajectory of a developing relationship. When heartfelt sentiment shows the truth, words unheard must remain thus.
Human nature is one of poetry's greatest subjects and carries with it the danger for the poet offending readers. Such is the fallibility of mankind.
Your poem is direct in painting the scene, with the reader judging on their own the value of its portrayal. I personally felt you hit the nail on the head. The un-described characters in your poem are there only to bring out the message. The scene is humanity at its nadir and ends as it should with exposure of his failings. A very intense and forthright portrayal of humankind. Loved it - Phil A.
You sir are very astute ....................................... but then, what's new .. thank you Phil
Wonder what she was going to say? What could she have said that would make you stay? Just curious as usual! A great write.
I guess if it made you wonder, it worked .. thank you for the reassurance Roz ..
Intriguing words Neville.
Andy
Cheers Andy .. 🙂
A Whisper, a scream muffled no doubt by tears, “Frankly Scarlet, I don’t give a damn”
Oh Rhett, please don’t leave me, lol
you kinda got it too ... maybe .. ta for taking part dear Dove ................ tis good to see ya & truly 🙂
It is undoubtedly an act, committed in the heat of passion, for what else may I conclude from these passionate words
I reckon you might just be write Suresh but thank you regardless my friend ....... Neville 🙂
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