My mother often wove stories with sad endings and a moral that made her children cry. We couldn't get enough of them. This is for you Mom.


Talked To Death

A thousand shallow cuts
though tiny they may be
can bleed a once good life
into the depths of misery

The tongues click on and on
gossip fuels their fury
they flicker like coiled snakes
their venom meant to bury

I heard it said that this
and that I heard was true
she got above herself
her quest for class she'll rue

And rue it yes she did
like a sheep led to slaughter
they pounced upon her heart
and used her mind for fodder

Try to rise now sad vixen
they said to her torn body
you went too far ahead
you got a little haughty

You thought you could be loved
but you were just a maid
you could never be like us
so a price now you've paid

Her wounds held her down
as she tried to raise her head
her eyes looked at theirs
and with gasping breath she said

I only wanted love
so it was love that I gave
you couldn't see my heart
and now you've put me in my grave

She didn't understand
her heart so pure and true
was like a mirror to the soul
and showed where envy grew




Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-08-16 at 23:34

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Kathy Lockhart
wow, i missed this one. It is painfully beautiful if that is possible. Just the kind of poem that keeps you glued to each word never wanting the story to end.
2008-08-21


Shanmugam
You ae a very good poet in true sense. The poem was well rhimed. The style of expression is good The poem reflects your genious. Shanmugam
2008-08-20