The Usual
A bursting bouquet
of Van Gogh
graces my kitchen counter,
sentimental card
handwritten,
elaborately careful, neat.
Lasting love
ink stained upon
ivory parchment
beside bottle of bubbly
and small box;
promise of something expensive
to celebrate
my silence, my blind eye,
for the usual way
I forgive indiscretions.
I've grown accustomed
to indifference.
by Margaret Bednar, March 28, 2013
This is for Poetry Jam - The usual/unusual AND for Friday Flash 55 (a story in 55 words no more, no less) I must emphasize THIS poem is not based on ME!!! I in no way would EVER become complacent or indifferent to such behavior! :) And it's Easter and everything is sunny and green here and I have no idea where this came from... ha ha. But it was fun.
25 comments:
I enjoyed this, Margaret. Sometimes it is fun to assume a different persona and in the voice of someone else! I am sure, unfortunately, that this DOES speak for some.
This is great and i like the looking a life from a different perspective. I really enjoyed it.
Another beautiful picture of flowers! Glad to know this was just a poem and not real life!
I thought this was very sad. What makes us, both women and men, keep silent and accept things that are inexcusable?
Margaret Bednar....
Any body that has ever read anything by you
certainly didn't need your disclaimer.
You are very grateful for your blessed life.
Loved your very fictitious 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for this change of pace, it was pleasantly surprising
Have a Kick Ass Week End
You need never apologize for or explain fantastical inspiration, Margaret. I loved this!
Beautiful photo of the flowers--you took that with your iPhone---wow !!!! Love your writing--you word your stories so eloquently. We can still write about situations in a meaningful way though we haven't personally experienced them. Happy Easter to you and your lovely family. Mickie :)
That's why it's fun to write fiction, to push the envelope and see what happens. I have no idea where some of my crazy ideas come from. It's almost scary. I love a bouquet of Van Gogh and the closing stanza.
Great depth to this. Excellent write.
Another shadow being in hiding, methinks...
"I forgive indiscretions.
I've grown accustomed
to indifference." - I loved the power in these words !!!
I'm one who felt this to be sad. Brave and beautifully written, compelling too, but still sad. Maybe I need to come back for another read? I'm sure there are levels I have missed.
Indiscretions ? I am glad you put up a disclaimer- mine lately was blame-
over it now, as my 55 describes...
Happy Easter!
oy def better to deal with it...as this gives the feel of forgiveness being bought...and that does little for the resentment that builds...oy....sorry i am late ma'am...grad school is kicking my butt...
Lasting love
ink stained upon
ivory parchment
... beautiful images, Margaret. Happy Spring... Happy Easter!
Oh dear. Well, I guess if you get enough small boxes you can take them and move out! (The character.) Cleverly done. Happy Easter, Margaret. k.
it's true you don't need to explain
but i'm glad you did
very powerful and really well done
Cheers!
JzB
I love the bouquet of Van Gogh! I understand this is not the usual you--LOL--but sometimes don't you wonder where these things come from? I find myself writing things that are definitely not based on me and wonder how it came to me. Lovely photo too.
Inspiration stretches across decades since beauty is undying ! BEAUTIFUL my friend ~ Sincerely Deborah
Not every poem has to be from our life or where we are now. I struggle with that sometimes myself: Let the poem stand on its own, or add a disclaimer?
Oh wow, you twist at the end really transformed this from cliche into real and powerful feeling. And I know what you mean about the disclaimer bit. Not everything I write is autobiographal, and I sometimes wonder if readers think it is.
One of my favorites of yours Margaret--there's a sad balance that some are forced into in life, and you nail it here--like you, I would be breaking things, though. ;_) Beautiful photo of the sunflowers, as always. Happy Easter!
Like the way you played a role ... stepped out on stage!!
Very nice love the images
HA! We know the real you by now, Margaret! :)
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