This is a new one. If I decide I don’t like it I’ll take it down, so read it quickly, ’cause I do that a LOT. And if you like it let me know – it motivates me to leave it up.
The blood I can feel
each morning, slow as sap
through the skin & tissue.
Untapped. Maybe I need
medication, it’s probably hormones
someone will say.
It’s some-odd years
of the same. Not the ones
already lived, it’s what is
to come. I regret
what is left. No man ever learned
his lesson from me. My lips
were never red. My native tongue not
his first language. His blood
so blue it showed through
on his face & fingers.
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“No man ever learned his lesson from me.” Amen, sister.
It must be your hormones, honey. 😉 Good to hear from you!
“My native tongue not his first language……” an awesome, delicate way to say that a man can not understand a woman! and how true…… There has been some kind of communication gap, or some kind of basic, life understanding – commonality – dysfunctional kind of gap in almost every deep relationship I’ve ever had with a member of the opposite sex. It’s so true! It’s there, it exists, it’s real…. Really good poem……. thank you
Well, it’s probably just your hormones. Just kidding. I used to not like such statements when I was younger – it sounded too cliche, or like an easy out to use – but I do think there’s some truth to men and women speaking different languages. At least, at certain times and in certain situations.
This is very good! Simple, direct, clear message, yet open to extension! You have quite a range of style.
It says just enough. And I love the “no man ever learned his lesson from me.”
That was the line that actually came to me the day before the poem, the rest came the next morning so I was glad I got to use it!
I like it!
I like it. Good one!
I really love “no man ever learned / his lesson from me.”
Thanks – I thought that was a line that would only make sense to me, but apparently it’s universal!