16 April 2010

Amor Vincit?

*Written for day 13 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: A "love" or "anti-love" poem.

I'm through with love,
said she, tossing her
gloves down on the table

through waiting by the
telephone for the call
that never comes, through

with sighing her sighing, dying
breath and deconstructing
the actions and inactions of

another, endlessly. Through. I've had
a belly full of aches to
last me a century or more


1 comment:

ggw07 said...

Great! I feel the passion in this one! Gretchen