Why don’t you just scream?
Scream if you have to.
Scream and prove you are still alive.
Your silence stifles me,
leaves me hanging,
grasping old photographs,
bitter and mute.
the angry one to your unaffected eyes.
Smiling your deception at me
cause you’re just fine.
It’s either fable or truth
and that’s based on your perception.
You who is
so happy to live your happy
silently I feel us die.
I am figthing for love
but you can’t be bothered to
if you even
have a thing left to say.
You move through this play
we are now pretending is
Our Good Life
like the man you think you should be.
Some picture you saw once in a magazine.
Stiff upper lip, tense manly pride.
Does that leave you satisfied?
It leaves me lacking,
after years apart from you
while you were standing right here
two feet away in our cozy kitchen
heart hardening lies.
Words unspoken still sting.
I’ve heard everything you never said to me.
I’d rather that you would just open your mouth and
My work process for the poem posted above. It is a creation born from Patchwork Poetry.
First I found a line at Words that Sing. That inspired the whole poem. I then looked through the other poems donated and found more lines I could fit it. i was very tempted to change one word in one line but that is against the rules. Can you guess which word.
Anyway,the picture of this battle weary, stony couple formed in my mind as I wrote out the wife's inner duel between anger and anguish.
Thanks to lirone, scott, jillypoet, mariacristina and paisley for donating lines.