Glass - Question - Token: Three words chosen by Bone, no one else can take credit (or shame) for those words. This is Three Word Wednesday, a prompt that always becomes much more than it seems. Why not join us? Bone, my favorite words, so far! Thank you!
Reality
He raised his glass,
his words
chosen both
to mockand question
our values.
It seemed a cruel act
to those unawarebut I knew the depth of his heart
it was not a token of his hate
tossed to embarrass
but
a reality check given
at his own expenseto spare me
a lifetime of misery.
MeeAugraphie
03/26/08
Note: fiction! P.S. Yes, I know poets are supposed to let the reader come to their own conclusion, but, let’s just let this be an exception - or just consider it a fractured essay, grin!
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This went home. I can’t tell you how much.
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheated-out.html
EEEH, Gautami, I hope the outcome was better than it could have been.
oh so powerful … well done!
Thank you so much, Redness!
Nice word choice. And you set up the “public words with a private message” really well. I really really want to know what those words were. (So many possible stories from the one moment you’ve described.)
You truly don’t think, Peter, that I have any clue what they were? I strictly write by instinct… though I could probably come up with some words… but I prefer y’all come up with your own, more personal that way.
Meaningful on so many levels.
Thanks, Sherry!
that was perfection…please do not tell me you just popped that one off in one write or i will never be able to look at poetry the same again!!!!!!!
what a punch this one delivers … i love it!!!!
Then I shan’t tell you, Paisley. I am really excited you love it!
I can go in so many different directions with this one. I feel like someone who was watching something through glass and couldn’t hear a word that was said. I just know it was awkward, and uncomfortable, and I’m curious as all get out!
Nicely done, Marcia.
I like it. fiction or not. I don’t what his words can be but it must be something so honest, so direct that it can only be the truth.
thanks for the warning - fiction or not? - this has layers of questions and reams of response! Nice!
A great reality lying hidden in the words.
I’m imagining a best man at a wedding, giving a toast to the bride and groom, with a secret message for one of the guests.
Intriguing poem, M.
To know the depth of a heart is to know everything, and why shouldn’t a poet “give” an ending sometimes. Rules are made to be broken
Marcia,
Making goodbyes palatable is a gift that few master.
Romance where only a void is left…well done!
rel
thoroughly enjoyed the read… love stuff like this… full of intrigue and stories within stories…
really nice…hey there’s a gift awaiting you at my space, hope you will like it, i havent been able to come by lately, but wanted to let you know that you are in my thoughts.
Thank you, UL, on both accounts!! We all miss having you around and your writing.
At first, it put me at a rehearsal dinner. He made a toast that changed her life forever.
Or maybe not.
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