Fool Again
Posted on: 12 November 2007
- In: poetry
- 17 Comments
damn curse
bubble burst
bloody hurts
lesson learnt
filthy pervert
chases skirt
serial flirt
cannot trust
never was
an ‘us’
unadultered lust
esteem crushed
hopes dashed
bites dust
another fool
mean cruel
play cool
mustn’t crawl
stand tall
ignore call
be thankful
17 Responses to "Fool Again"
2 | Rose-Dewy Knickers
12 November 2007 at 17:33
(((((Ann))))))
I like the sense of building fury and the self-esteem at the end to keep the past where it belongs.
Rose
xo
5 | susan
12 November 2007 at 23:12
been there…and it’s hard to come out the other side with one’s psyche intact…i think you have
7 | Mark
13 November 2007 at 03:31
Damn. Sounds like someone needs to be hooked up to the ass-kicking machine…
Great poem!
8 | Akelamalu
13 November 2007 at 17:03
Thanks for dropping by my blog Ann and taking the time to comment.
That’s a powerful poem, not written from personal experience I hope. x
9 | Anonymous
13 November 2007 at 20:25
I understand where that came from, as I’m sure you do….
Very powerful…
10 | BobbyG
14 November 2007 at 00:55
Takes me back to my college days and Interpretation of Poetry 101. I’ve never been able to express myself in so few, eloquently chosen words. This one, I get. Been there. Good job.
11 | Anonymous
14 November 2007 at 04:31
Nice.I was never good at rhyming poetry.I have done a few but not many.I like this one though,very much.
15 | Eric1313
19 November 2007 at 12:49
I love the playfulness in which you approach painful subject matter. Reminds me of a band that I admire, The Pixies. They could sing about the darkest subjects and make it sound so very upbeat.
By the way, I have an award for you over at the blog.
16 | GeL (Emerald Eyes)
1 February 2008 at 09:29
In your face (not yours literally) type of very strong poem. The pace is palpable from your effective buildup. Whoah- I feel raw anger, frustration, perhaps self-flagellation, but it’s the pain and cursing without such words I feel plus more emotions I don’t feel comfortable naming here, in your poem when I read it
(I’ve been out of blogland.) It feels good to be back and reading your work!
xxoo,
gel
17 | GeL (Emerald Eyes)
1 February 2008 at 09:30
(oops sweetie, I landed on your November page when I did a google search to find your blog, because my link list blew up.) Going to your main page now.
at home with ann 
12 November 2007 at 17:04
That’s a great poem, Ann! It says so much with so few words.