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Words of bitter yesterdays

by Bobo 

Posted: 01 August 2004
Word Count: 47
Summary: For Andy...


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The words that coursed the air
weren't mine -
rancid markers of paranoia
from the oasthouses
of betrayal.

I am not my fears,
yet they sculpt
my hated existence.

Attacking you
with the putrid
lies of others
becomes the pastime
of my insecurity.

I am so sorry.








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olebut at 10:14 on 01 August 2004  Report this post
Bobo

The quality of the work on the site makes it increasingly difficult to offer new comment which seems neither hackneyed or stale.



I love the simplicity of the words and the complexity of the images of this poem, especially the following

rancid markers of paranoia
from the oasthouses
of betrayal.[/qiote]

take care

and thank you for sharing this poem with us

david x


poemsgalore at 13:18 on 01 August 2004  Report this post
The last line, "I am so sorry" isn't really necessary, the whole poem has a feel of regret about it, well done.

Bobo at 15:22 on 01 August 2004  Report this post
Thanks guys - glad you both liked it. Sometimes 'sorry' is such a pathetic word - doesn't even begin to sum up the full scale of feeling.

BoBo x

roovacrag at 20:14 on 01 August 2004  Report this post
Bobo, well written and thank you for sharing it.
All was said in a few lines.
Well done.
xx Alice.

The Walrus at 20:25 on 01 August 2004  Report this post
It has the unique Bobo hallmark. A succinct razor-sharp piece.

The Walrus
x


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