Detachment Mode
She learned the hard way
to detach
----to keep an arm's length distance from the others---
rObOtIcAlLy, like Frankenstein
she walked through life
a jolt of betrayal; a surge of protection.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (detach, jolt, surge)
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Hooked on Small Stones
Ten crows on the wire
in the fog, a black and white picture
a semblance of normalcy.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetic Asides (A habit poem)
14 comments:
I think I may have done this before. Great write.
Blessings
Ah, and it's just that kind of unhealed wound that steals away the rest of one's life.
Nice work.
It's sad when someone gets hurt so bad they can't overcome it and live life.
i know far too many people that sadly fit into that first verse laurie...
Great write, Laurie. Sometimes the only way to avoid the hurt is to detach.
wonderful done.Lovely poetry
Maybe small stones..soft and worn..help shake off the robotic nature of life..of feeling..I love your use of letters..not to mention words..Jae
I think there is a little of all of us in the first piece where we are detached from others.
We think we notice the ten crows first but have they saw us before we saw them.
Two great thought provoking pieces.
Sometimes difficult to let go of all the hurt of betrayal.
Two very nice poems! I think I agree with most everybody that betrayal is so hard to let go, but in the letting go we grow.
The three word piece strikes me as both bleak and yet strong. Liked that a lot.
These are both great writes. I really like "a jolt of betrayal; a surge of protection."
Detachment. I suppose it's a scary place to be. Your poems captured it so well.
By the way, go to The Dead Mule of Southern Literature when you can. Four of my poems - and my Southern legitimacy statement - are in the new issue. Very cool. I like seeing my stuff like this and will probably send for a t-shirt or bumper sticker of something. 8-)
Wow. Your description is so true.
Sometimes we all wear our Do NOt
Disturb sign.
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