3WW - Headed South
March 12, 2008 | Filed Under 3WW, Poetry
I changed it up, no not meaning writing a happy carefree poem… I combined two challenges. Bone’s 3WW words:
-Apartment -Began -Numb
and many words from a challenge given by Ed in a poetry group each month to use 7-10 of these words in a poem:
-alone, -enough, -will, know, -image, there, my, -for, -like, -through.I used anything with the dash in front of it, not that it really matters, what came out of the challenge is the key, right? And, I actually edited a bit, hmmm. Join us?
Headed South
She began her day
in their apartment
numb and alone,
doing her best to ignore
his smiling image
that dared cavort
through
her brain,
for he, unlike her,
was unaffected by
life’s smaller tragedies.Oh, they did stop at heart’s door
but he never opened it,
rather directed them
through the passageway
to turn South toward
his wasteland of
un-thought thoughts
and unfelt emotions,
where they would languish
in their own hell… for he had seen the result of letting them rush in at their own will
each time
he held her
trembling body as she
shed tears overa minor tragedy.
He had always thought it a waste
of tears. “Save them for the big
stuff,” he had murmured
for years until finally,his heart threatened
to yank open the door itself.“Enough is enough.”
were the only words that
crossed the air between them
as he walked out
and
into night’s rainfall
where his tears would be
hidden from all.MeeAugraphie
03/12/08
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Bottled up emotions have to have an outlet. This was probably his way of doing it.
Today I read sadness everywhere!
Marcia,
A well known differencece described here very well.
rel
Bottling things up never works. Get it out, but then get on with life. It’s the only way.
A great read.
the demons of bottled up emotion… i am happy that that is no longer a scenario i have to deal with … this was lovely marcia…
That was beautiful. Since beginning to blog I never have bottled emotions
Hmm, I didn’t get “bottled up emotions” so much as “don’t sweat the small stuff.” I read in this that he got sick and tired of her drama queen act and finally gave up, but it was the inability to make it work that he lamented in the end.
by the way, I meant to also say I liked the poem, especially its rhythm and the final thought about tears hidden by the rain
Nicely done! ‘Enough is enough’ is a telling phrase in this piece. Enjoyed it!
…where his tears would be hidden from all.
Wow!
You can find my entry here: The Fire
Have a great day!
This was really good Marcia. So sad, so heartbreaking, so real.
WOW… i was thinkin hummffff, unemotionally available then i read pjd’s comments read it again and could see that as well… that’s an excellent poem mee… i love the emotion that whispers in shouts…(just a little note…b/c thrz another gal named littlewing in the poetry blog community im changing from littlewing to onemorebeliever…)
Good stuff Marcia, you are on a roll.
Rose
xo
this was very touching and spoke volumes..nicely done Marcia. I have been away too long, your new site looks lovely…let me catch up.
Thank you, UL. It was emotional writing it, I was lost in the story.