Thursday, February 4, 2010

I Remember When You Were Fun (Divorce)

The following is an old poem from 2004, written while I was going through my highly unfriendly divorce, and that is an understatement.

I Remember When You Were Fun
By Nordette N. Adams


What is that metaphor?
I a moth, you a flame.
I am drawn to waste and fry against
your painful heat, the stinging tongues
laced with deceit that lap away all
vestiges of loveliness in me.

What is that similie?
You are rolled up like a gift glittering
in golden wrap, but the wrap is but a trap
of shiny fly paper and I am like a fly.
I zoom in. Tiny feet hit and stick.
Soon I am to die, flapping ceases,
dewinged I sigh; your wrap's trapping glue
rips my fragile carcass, but you who
simply rolled in unfurl and roll away.

What is that hyperbole?
You slay me.
True that.

© Copyright 2004 Nordette Adams

2 comments:

Dream Junky said...

Funny - I used those exact words today "You slay me." This after reading "Vernon God Little" where he uses that phrase frequently. You ever read it?

Vérité Parlant is Nordette Adams said...

Actually, no. I'll probably have to google Little to see if I know who he is. It's an old saying.