i take back my clothes

the shirt that you tore

buttonless, scandalous

crestfallen on the floor


beyond mending


i take back my words

you will strain soon to read

this script pale jaundiced

ink smeared, i did bleed


not worth sending


i take back my laughter

shards of effusive delight

how it filled your empty

on each dark, hollow night


so soon ending


i take back my dreams

forged in whispered, molten heat

and the poison that you offered?

how was breakfast

my sweet?

96 thoughts on “Poison”

    1. Hello sweet Priya, Queen of Hearts. I appreciate every second you spend reading my writing; knowing I capture your imagination means the world ❣️β™₯️❀️β™₯️❀️❣️

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      1. You are a delight… keep writing and blogging and I will keep on feasting at your enthusiastic dinner table of words πŸ˜ŠπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ


    1. And you, you are indeed fantabulous for stopping by and swaying to the beat of my humble creations … ❀️❀️ for you and 🌹🌹🌹on a platter offered at your feet…


  1. There’s something so different about this piece.. Unlike the ones that I’ve read before.. This is to the point, direct, like you’ve had enough.. And all that expressed in such emotive verses… Diana you are one of the greatest poets πŸ’ŸπŸ˜˜

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    1. Sweet Isha, how you overcome me with your kindness -and, very devoted you are to know when something is different! So different I could not even add tags other than β€œpoetry”. This one, a tumbler … falling words barely caught by fingertips. No time to pay much attention to eloquent turn of phrase – the acerbic message so eager to emerge.
      I was channeling my inner Dorothy Parker, a poet I adore … and whose life ended before mine began so I almost feel I was channeling her.
      Thank you for volunteering such a hefty compliment, my dear lady … πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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      1. “Falling words barely caught by fingertips…”, oh you are a delight Lady D… The world should read your art! I haven’t really read Dorothy Parker, unless it was just a few lines… But I think your poetry, not just this one, supersedes those of many, many, many, many great poets that I’ve had the pleasure of reading… Thou knowest not how great thou art, and therein lies thine greatness O Poet, or something like that.. Have a lovely evening πŸ˜˜β€β€πŸŒΉπŸ’–

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      2. I truly stumble after such words. Is it your intention to overwhelm me with Isha delights? Your words are a string of pearls that scatter when a necklace breaks.
        I collect everyone! ❀️
        I trust you are off to work maybe; know once more that you have truly brought abundant smiles to me this night πŸ˜˜πŸ’Ÿ

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  2. The last two lines create such a contrast with everything written before. It makes me think of all these relationships where everyday scenes, like having breakfast together, hide resentment and poison underneath. And it also makes me think that this woman has decided enough is enough and added poison to his breakfast. Love it both ways!

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    1. And I love the way you have expressed your thoughts on it! What an honour to be both read and to think I somehow encouraged such contemplations. Thank you ❀️❀️ ….and yes … I wouldn’t be tasting the oatmeal, just a subtle metallic aftertaste πŸ˜‰

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      1. What delightful words you bestow; I take them to my core and continue my day with β€œinfinite” smile.
        Hope the smile is infectious straight to your dear heart. 🌹❀️

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    1. Oh Neha! This is unprecedented positive feedback from you. And there I was hesitating to post this, thinking it a little too simple … yet I couldn’t resist the ending! Have a lovely evening dear lady ❀️❀️


  3. This is how you set bars for me…This is ecstatic and way too natural and bare of you to write so…. It sounds like a fractured leg tired of being dragged, a dagger from the hand of the one whose heart has cracked….

    wow… wow… and just WOW…. ❀ ❀ ❀

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    1. Words on word under words – your comments oft send a thrill up my spine! What fortune have I to be the object of such thought and pleasing sentiments.
      Thank you precious S
      The bar bends with the weight of your compositions…

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  4. Yes Indeed…This is a great use of space. Your style gave me a smile. Using the rhyme in this type of stanza and the word selection didn’t allow a tinge of anger to be felt. Though it is clear, the woman is fed-up, but not bitter…So love is still on the horizon. I’ll pass on breakfast,

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    1. So wonderful to read you dear D! I hope your days have pockets of sunshine amongst the busy many moments of existence. Miss you 🌸❀️❀️


      1. Thank your for the lovely words, sweet friend ❀. I will return but until then I hope that my rainbow hugs will do the trick β€πŸ‡πŸ˜.

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  5. Ooh, a violent, vindictive post, I like it πŸ˜„. The anger is palpable. What you describe is a fairly simple scenario, an unhappy ending to, in my mind at least, a whirlwind romance. However you build it into so much more. You manage to engrave a history into its spine, I can run my finger along it and know of all the moments once shared, flirty laughter, the loving letters and the destructive, unstoppable passion.


    1. Oh how accurately you discern my composition here! But then you write with poise and artistry and I find myself shouting “get the hell out of my comment section and write a blog for me to follow” Haha! ❀ You rock Peter!

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