Standing as three, worn and forlorn,
for at morning’s first light, your flight
will have flown. Had I thought goodbyes
would be this hard, I would have just
sent a card. I won’t get all fuzzy and warm,
that’s the coward’s way. I can’t get
all stiff and cold – no heart of tin,
what can I say? My head’s not in it. I rise,
I fall sleep and dream that this technicolor
existence would persist once we’ve kissed
and waved adieu. But it is you who is going,
your gingham flowing and throwing caution
to the wind, you set adrift. I’ll just make
the jaundiced journey back to where I belong.
The walk will be long without you beside me.
But you’ve hung me out to dry, so to hell
with goodbye! Hit the brick road.
That goes for your little dog, too!
I hate green!
© JPW - 2013
Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer - "On the Road..." Prompt #238
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #169
ha. a rather typical emotional response there in the end...anger when we are hurt but their turn away....nice touch on OZ
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian. I usually get "Pay no attention to the man behind the poem!"
DeleteGoodbyes are always hard ~ I like how you set the time & story at the end ~ Each our own way, I say ~
ReplyDeleteThe only way, say I, Grace! Thanks.
DeleteThis is a strange mystical kingdom where everything is in italics... And the poem's nice, too.
ReplyDeleteI just go with the flow Nissa! Thankfully it flows nicely, Thank you!
DeleteYour narrator expresses well the conflicting emotions of goodbyes.........
ReplyDeleteThanks for that, Sherry!
Deletesometimes it's hard to say goodbye but the best thing, in retrospect. powerful words.
ReplyDeleteThank mpp!
DeleteVery gripping piece and yes its hard to say good bye
ReplyDeleteSometimes, yes it's true. Others, not so much! ;) Thanks Vandana!
DeleteUnfortunately, It sounds more real when you go through it a couple times. Thanks for stopping by, Loredana!
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