Thread: To My Friend X

such sad verse!

the monotonous drone
of your heartstrings

more dead flowers
pressed between the pages
of your woeful story

of daddy's boozing
and mommy's indifference

of some catastrophic prom
or lonesome evening

the crutch of your dysfunction
is bowed to breaking

the past pokes
boney fingers through
the delicate membrane
of your contentment

please, dear friend

burn the reams of your pathetic poetry
fan the flames of your final catharsis

and dance in the light of the now

Heh, I guess we all have a friend like this, huh? This says what I would love to say to a few of my friends, only much better. This verse in particular stood out to me

the past pokes
boney fingers through
the delicate membrane
of your contentment

What an excellent verse. And the ending is spot on.

This is great. There are a few people I would love to hand this to and tell them to pay attention to the last line. The words you use are so descriptive of the mood of the piece, I like it.

This is soo fabulous ...so sharp and scathing--such precision, you have in your choice of words--I feel as though I have just had my poetic face slapped, and my ego deflated... very clever use of imagery used here,"crutch of your dysfunction"--" bony fingers" ect...and the death blow--"burn the reams of your pathetic poetry"---Brilliant! peace..seriously -- peace...Jul

Gumby -- thanks for reading, glad it worked for you.

egpenny -- thanks for the read and positive comments.

Firemajic -- oh no -- I didn't mean to slap your poetic face! That sounds painful. I appreciate the positive comments.

And double thanks all for reading -- because I haven't been around or commented in poetry in while. I need to come back and hang out some.

Cheers!