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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8 April 2012


It came on me out of the blue
after seven years (only
it wasn’t an itch).
One careless thing he said
about a third party, and suddenly
I heard clearly at last his utter
lack of compassion.

I heard the way
he always justifies.
I understood in a flash,
as if explained in great detail,
the game he is locked into
and does not wish to stop.
All that in an instant.

On the instant,
I put down the phone.
It was unpremeditated but
if I’d had a deliberate thought
it might have been, ‘I’m done.’
I ran out of puff just like that —
out of anything more to give him.

No, I don’t think
I behaved well.
I’ve tried to explain.
I‘ve apologised, I’ve reasoned.
His recriminations go on and on.
I know it hurt. I didn’t mean or expect
to end our long, fond friendship. However....

April PAD Challenge #8: Rejection


  1. Ouch. I could feel the hurt/pain in this one. And I love the trailing ellipses at the end to "However". Very effective and adds another layer to the poem itself. :)

  2. Thank you! (I wasn't too sure about this one.)

  3. I think sometimes we are not the best judge of our own work. I could use myself as an example! lol But "However..." gives the reader a sense of doubt as in "what if the friendship continues?" despite everything of course. At least for me as the reader, it makes me think.