"Let's get this straight," she said,
"I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed,
but I do get there eventually...
alright, I usually get there too late to do any good."
She scoffed, pasting on a thin smile
that suggested she was weary of herself,
then lifted the glass to her lips.
"My father taught me to drink martinis.
That was a long time ago.
Now I only drink them when I have
something inside that needs burning.
Anyway, what I want to tell you is this.
You're over there trying to tiptoe around and be
diplomatic for some reason. Nice of you, really,
but I don't do subtleties all that well.
"Sad, isn't it? Happens all the time.
Someone wants to tell me something,
but they don't want me to lose face
or hurt my feelings or make me angry.
So I don't get the message. I want to,
but nuances and intimated things...
carefully pulled punches just fly right over my head.
In the end, you'll have to say plain what's on your mind
because otherwise I won't get it."
She finished the cold crystal liquid,
setting the glass on the table so carefully it made no sound.
"Look, Mister. You're going to have to tell me
without all the hearts and flowers.
Did you ever think that maybe I want to know?
Maybe I want to deal in reality like a big girl?
Look at me. Don't you think I've had bad news before?"
The silence that followed lasted for a long time,
the two of them sitting there, staring into one another's eyes.
Inside, the woman was completely unnerved,
but she didn't move an eyelash.
"Go ahead, Honey. I can take it.
God looks after fools and children.
I will be alright.
Now, talk to me."
The man stood, picked up his hat and left
without saying a word.
The woman silently rose
and mixed herself another shaker full of fortitude.
Turning slowly, she lifted her glass
toward the door through which he left.
"Talk to me."
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I love the way that you wrote this! Brilliant work here, it was like watching a movie or play unfold in front of you. I am glad that I clicked onto this write of yours and congratulations on being featured here! Thanks a lot for sharing your talent with all if us and keep up the wonderful work here!
Jeremy0826
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Well, the way this was written drew me in completely. I SO wanted to hear his question, then he left. I don't get it.. But Maybe that was the point. Anyways Like all theothers said, I could picture this as a scene in a movie.
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Thank you very much!
Sincerely,
Camille Morin
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Sublimely composed...
I have enjoyed the reading of an outstanding composition in poetic expressions. This poem, "Never to Know" does say a lot... A poetic grand.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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The characters unfold slowly and gracefully and the scenes move in and out with a quite movie-like quality. Expressions like this are quite difficult and you have done a wonderful job with the imagery as well as narrative.
Kudos to you for such a wonderful poem...
Congratulations on the feature and Thank you for sharing this
-Aalta
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The characterization of both individuals and what she says tells us so much about her, and him...It is like we are seeing a movie of this scene, and all the emotions that go with it...A drama in words....Excellently penned!
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wow I believe this is the first poem in which I felt
I was watching a movie, I really enjoyed the scene
you painted Camile, yes my sweeties you wrote feeling
and thoughts that most women go through because for some
men or people in general its hard for them to express themselves
or to confront something that is very disturbing for them
I loved this Camile and for that YOU are feature In
the TODAY POEM GROUP!
love and Blessings
Rend
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When you do not have the strength of the moment fail to show it
Take away the weapon of your self destruction from his hands
Oh girl let us drink to that. let us drink to that.
love your soul sister everything you write is to feel.
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I learned not to take hints because I was in a family where the subtle sway of guilt and projected disapproval of dad were used to get you to behave. So I became indifferent and un-hearing. Sadly abuse, folly are followed by denial and the language of ignorance is used to cover all the wounds and fears that scab over them.
You do a beautiful job of describing the daughter of a man, now a woman without one, in a short sweet set of dialog. The man is without backbone and without out consequence except as a possible answer to the question that goes unasked.
And yes, there are those who say she makes herself impossible to love. But she is working harder to make sure she is impossible to hurt and burning herself one internal tear at a time, beneath all the anesthesia of alcohol. Stunning portrait.
Love,
Tom B.
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well written dialog is one of my favorite things - i like how you weave her actions through her words and leave him saying nothing directly, but only implied by her response. very good.
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