shouting – smashing objects
in his needy state of rage
his fertile imagination
harvests copious expletives
when the storm is over
slamming doors he leaves
in defensive silence
she contemplates the damage
sweeping up the aftermath –
harvesting guilt feelings
planted by his storms in tea cups
that become hurricanes
© G.s.k. ’14
fantastic – this is so powerful and heartfelt and I can relate strongly to the situation.
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thanks Suzanne …
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A wonderful illustration of a toxic relationship, and Picasso’s unsettled-looking cubic lady enhances the words.
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-24.html
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Thanks for you comment … agree with the Picasso it adds and gives umph to the poem.
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Oh boy! I have one like that…
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Ah … a huge hug …
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Wonderful play with words…I’d be tempted to send him out the door with a large plastic thermos and tell him to return when the storm has passed
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lol … but in the first stanza he already did go out … without a thermos too 😉
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Wow! A powerful piece, I can practically feel that storm of emotions raging from here.
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Thanks AC .. choppy seas and raging winds …
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Ooh, I can relate to the emotions here.
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Ah .. hugs for you!
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it’s terrible to live with people who throw temper tantrums. you certainly described the behaviour perfectly.
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Tiring mor than anything else … thanks for reading Sheilagh Lee!
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Sounds oh too familiar. Sounds like today actually. 😦
Sending hugs to you —
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Sorry … hope the storm has pass on … and thanks for the hugs which I now send to you too xx
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Thanks Georgia 🙂
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