Sad. Sadder. Sadist.
It’s unlike you,
To be so cruel.
Uncharacteristic.
Not
What I have
Come to expect.
What really
Makes you tick?
Drives you
With words
Like knives
Who
Dissect
Precisely,
Deep and cold.
While I,
Helpless,
Like the village fool,
Watch it all unfold.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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It drives reality out in the open. One just has to tolerate it and take it calmly!
ReplyDeleteHank
The issue is one of proportion. Are the words appropriate or just a finely sharpened weapon of hurt?
DeleteAnd will you become someone I recognise again...
ReplyDelete- Grab a plate and throw it on the floor.
Delete- Okay,done.
- Did it break?
- Yes.
- Now, say sorry to it.
- Sorry.
- Did it go back to how it was before?
- No.
- Do you understand?
Turn away...cast your eyes elsewhere...pick up a good book to read!
ReplyDeleteThe human brain doesn't generally dismiss calculated hurt that easily.
DeleteVery clever.
ReplyDeleteNot clever. Sad.
DeleteSo very sad.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
Yes.. Thank you for the xoxoxo ♡. (I remember.)
DeleteTruth has to be brutal at times to let life renew itself, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteOnly if it is the truth.
DeleteSpiteful words should be walked away from...let them float unheard in the air and disappear.
ReplyDeleteIf only it was that easy. The mind, and it's endless replay tape, is our enemy.
DeleteLike knives - Well, I for one wouldn't want that kind of "friend" ..
ReplyDeleteYou can choose your friends...
Deleteyou know, i have felt and experienced this before. or maybe it's me this poem is about. great read! made me think for a second.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry. I hope I didn't touch a nerve...
Deleteno, no, no...J, no nerves and such. as a fellow poet this may sound weird, but i always look for something in a poem or even a fictional work that i can relate to. it's then i find myself enjoying the work more and more. i loved it! :)
DeleteOh we like word play...and this is a dark game...from the picture to the final cutting word..everything felt just right - maybe that's why we can be so easily fooled..it's all in the preparation..
ReplyDeleteThew flip[ side is that we are not prepared. Not prepared for a nasty and cowardly attack intended to maim, not cure.
DeleteSuch a poignant yet beautiful poem. Touched my heart :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. If I manage to touch enough hearts, maybe I will have enough credit to help the one with the pierced heart.
Deleteknife edge words are so hurtful, i would avoid such tongues...
ReplyDeleteThank you. If only it was that easy...
DeleteNever easy to let go, but one must try to. Maybe it's not yet time to. It takes time, especially when the source of that is very unexpected.
ReplyDeleteI've known people like that! They strike unexpectedly oftentimes, leaving their victim devastated.
ReplyDeleteThose words like knives cut deeply.
ReplyDeleteWords can never be unheard, especially when they hurt. When we forgive, we don't forget.
ReplyDeleteThat one person who we can't stop is the one that is the hardest to watch.
ReplyDeletewonderful piece! Our helplessness has been a common malady throughout our living theater... :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Awesome wordsmithing. A wonderful bit of writing. Very cool!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your kind thoughts. It is frustrating watch and not being able to help.
ReplyDeleteSome people are so focussed on the 'winning thrust' with their rapier tongue that they spare no thought for the healing of the resulting cut. It's worse with relatives.
ReplyDeleteverbal abuse might be the case. very clever title.
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