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yes you

posted September 26, 2006 - 1:36am
yes you

As i sit here
waiting
waiting for you to expire
i thought of you
yes you
and all the damage you did to me
and all the suffering you put me through
and i also thought about her
my mother
oh how much you hurt her
more than me
all the insults and your stone fist
i thought about all the broken dishes
and all the black and blues
all the cursing and everything else that i never understood
my mother said it was the alcohol
but i always said it was you
yes you
all the tears and my body shaking
as i hid in that closet
my hands trembled as i covered my ears
my fingers turned to ice cubes
as i hear my mother crying and you chasing
yes you

my body continued shaking
shaking
until i could shake no more

there was silence............
my mother

how could you
yes you
there was blood on the floor
broken dishes everywhere
my body went numb as i saw her
my mother crying on the kitchen floor

tonight she could not take it
anymore
she held her hand with a knife
stabbed in it
her body was bloody
her body trembled
she stared at me
i stared back
not one word was spoken
but i understood what i did not understand before
her spirit you had broken

i understood
all the black and blues and all the pain you
put her through was over
i saw it in her eyes as i never saw it before

she grabbed my hand and
we walked through that door and we never looked back
never saw you
yes you
anymore

as i sit here
waiting
waiting for you to expire
my mother is here with me
she lets you know that she has
forgiving you
yes you
your brutality and all the pain you
put her through
she has forgiving
you
yes you

(true story).


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great job!

this is a really powerful poem, great imagery and use of repeated words and phrases.

power, imagery, morality, judgement, finality

There is no doubt about the overall communication intended. However,I suffer spates of osmiumitis a common malady. Not every one will recognize that condition. Per unit volune, Osmium weighs more than any thing else. (Dense) Maybe it is a feminine thing, a mother-daughter connection in addition, additively, maybe multiplicatively. I prefer the finality of "forgiven," but see the forgiving act at the end as pulling the last leg off the beetle. (Excuse my imagery; I assure you all that is something I have never done, nor ever would. But it popped into ny mind as an effort undertaken with a death approaching and not a real human humane conclusion, or may be it is...) Good piece anyway.

Powerful

Powerful poem. We feel the power through the narrative and imagery. The only things I'd alter, editing-wise, are these bits: "she [lets] you to know that she [has forgiving] you" And then later: "she [has forgiving] you" Not trying to be picky. Just pointing out something that other readers will see so that you can revise it, if you choose, and strengthen the poem that much more.

Antonia Dwells

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