the past, from my Sorbonne days, intruding on my present day life


Irascible Woman

So, I tell the truth, the unavoidable,
one I have skirted, savouring words,
then discarding them, I litter
fragments of paper with ideas,
only to toss them away.

Too harsh, to deep, too strewn
with alliterations, obliterating
the undeniable truth of it all.

I am not in love with you,
I do not need to be rescued,
you cannot cure what is not there,
life is something precious
not a necessity to share.

I am not this fragile person,
you seem to be under the illusion of,
yes, I spend my days, quite often
in just the solitariness of one.
I did not choose, yet life is choice,
the future, well its out there somewhere,
It just does not include you.

I can change light bulbs,
drag in the coal and wood,
I do eat sensibly, I am intractable
and irascible woman.

I carry burdens, I don't bend,
perhaps I falter, from time to time.
I don't need a halter to rein me in.
No, is an answer and a choice,
love is an option but not with you.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-10 at 14:41

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M Heathcote
You have defiantly got your mojo back, truly you were on song here! :)
2013-02-12


countryfog
Almost wickedly (in its best sense) honest, and how often men are afraid of a strong woman. We seem conditioned to an attitude of protection, and thereby control. Instead of being secure in her strength we are threatened by it, which no doubt speaks volumes about of doubts of our own.
2013-02-10