Monday, January 30, 2012

Wayside

If I give myself to any stranger,
and lie beneath their barren hands,
then I can close my eyes,
and I won’t see the sunrise
alone.
Just a morning
by the wayside.

And, if I give myself to quick emotion-
I'm easy to anger,
then I forget -
in a moment or two,
I won’t feel a thing for you.
I left my feelings
by the wayside

So, if I give myself to you tonight, boy,
and let you do all the things you say you’ll do.
You can touch me,
but you’ll never reach me.
I left that part of me
by the wayside.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

23 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Ah, yes!! You've done it again, MZ! I'm so glad I have you to say it all for me!! Hope your week is off to a good start!

Sylvia

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ooooh, I so remember THAT feeling! Fantastic writing! Succinct, and says it all.

Anonymous said...

I love the closing stanza, especially:

"You can touch me,
but you’ll never reach me"

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

ab said...

"You can touch me, but you'll never reach me" -- you really hit the disconnect. Great piece!

Jira said...

I love the darkness in this poem and the way it pours out, telling a story of emotion.

Fireblossom said...

That sounds lonely.

Mary said...

Intense, so intense. And, I agree....lonely.

Teresa said...

Such a sad truth for so many that are afraid to be alone but never really connect with anyone.

Kay L. Davies said...

Perfect, MZ. I'm glad those days are over, but I haven't forgotten. Long ago, but not always far away.
K

Mary Ann Potter said...

Almost brutally honest and very pointed! Unique poem --- it needs to be read aloud. It sings such a defiant song!

Laurie Kolp said...

The cutting tone is quite effective here... especially the last two lines.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This is just wonderful- like a bittersweet memory.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

What price company? Very emotive writing.

Heaven said...

The last lines are powerful and emotional ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

Just WOW!

Such a gentle yet insistent voice and the last stanza delivers the killer blow with delicate style.

Brian Miller said...

chilling to say the least or maybe numbing...

ayala said...

Powerful...and lonely!

Fred Rutherford said...

The idea of things left behind, parts of a person that are not longer there, waysides etc…has always intrigued me, wonderful job with this topic. Really fine write. Thanks

Margaret said...

If she keeps saying it, repeating it, she believes she will convince herself she is unable to feel anymore...

Ella said...

I love the way your wrote this!
The big ending really says it all~

Caty said...

this resonates familiar with me. nice work, MZ!

Jinksy said...

A sad but telling write... :)

Elizena said...

It's dark and sad and made me feel so lonely. In a room full of people, in a bed full of passion, still I'm cold and all alone.
This was so well written and vivid. Be blessed.

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