I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 April 2010

Too Much Information

‘A new dog!’ she squeals.
‘A Rottweiler, just what I wanted.’
How can I tell her I loathe
and distrust that breed,
and likely won’t rush
to fondle its ugly muzzle?

I could say, ‘I didn’t like
your last three hounds either,
and look how they turned out,
destructive brutes.’ But I don’t
as I didn’t then — though she’s still
finding bits of those old breakages.

I look again for a form of words
not killjoy, not hypocritical.
She’s happy, and besides
she’s bought the thing now
and wouldn’t give it back on my say-so.
‘Enjoy!’ I say, crossing my fingers.


April PAD Challenge 5
Prompt: write a 'too much information' poem.

4 comments:

  1. I look again for a balanced form
    words, not killjoy, not hypocritical.

    that's a nub of a skill. support against own self, another. entering another's joy to the best we can.

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  2. Particularly as it wasn't really dogs I was talking about!

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  3. no matter the application of subject. to support even when gut instinct says wrong direction, the other's autonomy and love and call. a hard gesture to find the genuine support within for.

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