"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Curse On My Tongue

A curse rests on my tongue,
eager to be sent…
eager to find its target.

I war with my conscience
about playing nice….
Forgiveness is a virtue,
but he muddied the sandlot
in the darkest hour of breath.

I want to rattle every skeleton
in his closet until the truth
spills across his doorstep.

Sticks and stones aptly thrown
will tumble his house of cards.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Ah Halloween....'Tis the season of darkness.....


Karen said...

Wow! You are ready to let loose!

Justin Lamb said...

There's some fire in this poem! Well done.

Susan said...

A ready curse, a held tongue--nicely done.

Carrie Van Horn said...

You go girl...tell him like it is ...rock his world!! :-)

manicddaily said...

Your anger very palpable! I feel like this may be someone who was mean to a child! That kind of anger. Thanks. Kind of refreshing to read it! (Ha.) k.

Amrit Sinha said...

A fiery aggressive piece ... loved it :-)

Margaret said...

Well - not all things are meant to be kept quiet - or a secret. Well and cleverly written.

Kim Nelson said...

Aptly, deftly, the primitive weapons and words hit their mark.

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