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| Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte |
Startled, I listen to words
flung oh so casually
against the broad plain
of my back.
From your mouth
a gentle mountain creek
becomes a tidal wave
and I am submerged.
I am no water fowl,
I think, as I go under
for the third time.
This is a Magpie Tale.
A well composed poem. But who's talking to you like this? It seems like verbal abuse.
ReplyDeleteReally good!
ReplyDeleteLove it, and the painting by Magritte is haunting.
ReplyDeleteThis is special .....
ReplyDeleteReally clever and quite enjoyable...
ReplyDeleteI really like this one. Keep'em coming.
ReplyDeleteYes, it sounds as if the words that are spoken are verbal abuse. Is that what you were describing?
ReplyDelete...go under for the third time... - I'd say it's time to pack a suitcase and leave this relationship!
Tell the so and so to grow up and get lost!!!
ReplyDeleteEddie
I liked your take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI took this in a beautiful sensual way...nice to see you at Magpie, Bug...
ReplyDeleteTouching, well understood.
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