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A longing gaze
A laughing look
A holy mess
beyond the pale.
Should I chime in,
pile on,
add to gossips' gluttony?
No, I would stay silent,
lick my wounds,
taste my blood,
and wait for courage to arrive. 

Is it still betrayal
if the heart has never strayed?

They say speak plain,
but it's easier to sigh
and wonder, 
so I'll take these words
I dare not say
and put them on a plate
(tidy, unlike life)
then take out fork and knife,
slice them into bit-sized bits,
and ingest them one by one.

And if you ask me
who's to blame,
I will say I've seen the knife
and felt the cut.
These scars are mine alone.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.


Unknown said...

Ah ... the words that stay on the plate ... are bitter indeed.

December 28, 2014 at 1:54 AM
Anonymous said...

Blogger is up to its old tricks again - my comment disappeared after I had proved that I am not a robot.

What I said was that you have written a brilliant take on the wordle words.

December 28, 2014 at 2:16 AM
Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost said...

The words we can't say are often the most difficult of all. So much regret lingers there.

December 28, 2014 at 2:18 AM
Jae Rose said...

Swallowing down truth in silence...I'm not sure I like that plate - however small the bites it still feels unpalatable...but such a powerful image..here's to sweeter dishes..and a peaceful and good new year

December 28, 2014 at 5:10 AM
humbird said...

Love the dignity here, but words being swallowed, not expressed, - get stuck in the throat, don't let you breathe, make you shrink. ~ Best wishes in New Year!

December 28, 2014 at 8:11 AM
keiths ramblings said...

Excellent even if it has left me with indigestion! Happy New Year!

December 28, 2014 at 10:55 AM
Shawna said...

Love the last stanza.

December 28, 2014 at 11:41 AM
Alice Audrey said...

But isn't acceptance better than the self inflicted wound?

January 5, 2015 at 2:38 PM

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