Crime & Confession

A tale of hopeless passion

I shot a poem today 

Its hanging in my closet

Naked, limp and dead

Torn up in the middle

Oozing blood from the head

No more midnight rendezvous

and all night tussles

On crumpled white sheets

No more spurning me in

Moments of ecstasy and heat

I was shadowed in my dreams

Seized in all my waking hours

Yet, of conception

I was given such little power

How long could I take the

lack of potency, the pain?

The vagueness and taunts

The total shelling of my brain

So I shot that poem down

Word by mocking word

Line by nagging line

And if I never score again

It will suit me just so fine

Author's Note

A poet would understand...



(Written in a light vein. No offense meant :))

Reviews

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Very well carried metaphor here, Monsieur P! You could apply various alternative meanings to this poem. At the forefront is the obvious idea of giving up on a nagging, evasive poem that taunts from the corners of the mind and refuses to relent and give up its words. Such poems are certainly very annoying and when the nagging gets too much to handle one just has no choice but to put that poem down by whatever means necessary. I am sure most of us genuine poets have murdered a poem in such ways, and some others prefer to murder the reader by leaving truly awful, nagging poetry on the page. A true poet knows when to bury a poem or make it swim with da fishes! The unenlightened will murder everything in its path and damn the consequences! This is an excellent idea and one well carried and executed (pun intended!) Join the line of the poetic serial killers, my friend. You are in the company of many Bundy's and even a few Hannibal Lecters! Much enjoyed this one!

[AJNJ]

Your review is delightful Madame :)
At the cost of sounding immodest, I must say I judge most of my work very harshly and like you, I am a seasoned killer. I'm doing backflips and cartwheels at your mention of Hannibal Lecter and Ted Bundy! I'll bake and eat my poem with beans next time! Thank you Tank you Maa'm, you're the ultimate and the best! Talking of serial killers though, Jeffrey Dahlmer remains my favorite :) HeeHee Thumping Thanks. I enjoyed this review better than the poem itself :)

[AJNJ]

******Thank you**********
Sheeeesh that was a typo. Sorry!

[Dave Brown]

12 gauge?
I should've also shot a couple today, but no shotgun

[AJNJ]

I could mail you one but it will take forever in the post. Thanks a lot for looking in on this criminal page :)

[Dave Brown]

my pleasure