Hurt and yet unsure she has the right, she has stopped talking,
thinking she could let it go and leave it in the past…
but unexpressed emotions fall like stones and she’s surrounded;
thoughts unspoken gather and as mortar holds them fast.
Suddenly she sees what she has built and tries to stop it,
yet fear now holds her sway and slows her pounding on the wall.
Stiffening, she is becoming limited in feeling
to a sense of guilt and mourning, to the movements of a doll.
The light is fading quickly and she savors the last moments
before she is encased within her crafted oubliette.
All that will remain with her are mem’ries of the living
and the knowledge that she did this, and the black taste of regret.
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Written November 15th, 2004
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I just felt at home with it. Tony.
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What an interesting comment. You were reassured by the last stanza? Thank you for your comment -- it made me smile. =)
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Lovely final stanza that really kicks in. The first half was intriguing but I really got enthralled in the last stanza which I was quite reassured by. Tony.
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Good job.
A poet friend of mine uses oubliette often in her writing. This is the first time I've seen anybody else use it.
Interesting viewpoint.
Jim Dunlap
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