Monday, June 14, 2010

Hostage


Apologies never lodge
in the mouth of a man
whose one
finely hewn coping skill is
emotional blackmail.

The cognitive dissonance
and sundry indictments
were all
the existential protections
he had left.

And how old was she
when the battlements
grew spikes
and she learned about
the trébuchet?


© 2010 Marcy Stoeckel

8 comments:

  1. "Apologies never lodge
    in the mouth of a man
    whose one
    finely hewn coping skill is
    emotional blackmail."

    I really loved this verse because it was so twisted and true. Your words are bold and carry weight, what made you write this?

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  2. I loved this. It all flowed so beautifully and stings with truth.

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  3. Thanks so much to you both!

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  4. Brilliant: "when the battlements
    grew spikes,"
    Goodness, you are darling. Your poems are so delightful, your visuals immaculate. I adore you. Please visit mine sometime, I would really appreciate your feedback.

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  5. Why, thank you so very much. I will be happy to visit your work. As soon as is possible ...

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  6. beautiful wonders.
    abstract and magical sentiments.
    your poetry is divine.

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