A Short Collection of Trashy Poems

I like the 'locks' theme that starts with the deadbolt in v1 and ends with the door finally slamming itself shut in v5.

There's a lot left unsaid - a lot of gaps the reader is invited to fill in. Subtle, enigmatic. Like a film noir.

The only person I know that can write in Monochrome. The scene as the hotel door shuts is heart-wrenching.... As Hill said, film noir, the saddest, grainy, flickering...

Thanks Delta, glad you like the changing rhythm.

Hill, thanks for the nice comment! It's amazing you mentioned the locks, I almost dropped the last line but then I remember the reason it was there was because it encapsulates a rather special encounter.

Daf, how did you know, I'm monochromatic in many ways. I felt sad myself writing the end, but I'm not good at making things last.

I especially liked #4 with the double entendre on "seconds" but think

will there be seconds

should be would there be seconds

thanks so much Prince, I changed it!

I too liked stanza four in particular. The double entendre pointed out by Prince followed by the further double meaning of 'what does your gut tell you?' I couldnt find the outcome in the final stanza, but then I guess mystery was your goal :)

Thanks Jerry, I had fun writing S4, being that I'm not good at all with dialogues. This is one of those "stories" that let you write your own ending. I guess it would be nice for the relationship to develop but when I was writing it, those words just wrote themselves. Not much surprise though coming from the queen of gloom and doom. ;)

don’t take my baby


it’s new year’s eve
there's an end to everything

outside
storm has moved out
just soft feathery residual flakes

inside
the blizzard is tear blinding

can I hold her
he nods

(even with the blanket she’s ice cold)

another hug
he nods

(she was once a big girl)

it’s the holidays
I know you want to get home but—
please
one last time
he nods

(she's just a baby)

caringly he took
her tiny emaciated body
her gray tabby tail
that ends in a black tip
hangs down like
an exclamation mark




~for Skippy~

Hey darl... I feel you. I know how I felt when I lost my Brandy (Australian Terrier). Feel for your dear.
xo

Thanks Mary...and sorry about Brandy XO

Hi haunted
You do so love your cats. Seeing as you mention new years eve I am hoping this is not a new loss. I particularly like your imagery in 'outside
storm has moved out
just soft feathery residual flakes'
Good to read some new haunted material, as always
jerry

This was very touching, Haunted. Not the kind of poem one associates with New Year's Eve - and you make the loss seem so visceral that no one who reads this can fail to feel some emotional blip on their radar.

H

Jerry, this one is two years ago. Skippy left a year before Apricot ("green eyes").

Thanks Hill for the comment. Yeah, those New Year's eve party days are so over for me.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Haunted

don’t take my baby


it’s new year’s eve
there's an end to everything

outside
storm has moved out
just soft feathery residual flakes

inside
the blizzard is tear blinding

can I hold her
he nods

(even with the blanket she’s ice cold)

another hug
he nods

(she was once a big girl)

it’s the holidays
I know you want to get home but—
please
one last time
he nods

(she's just a baby)

caringly he took
her tiny emaciated body
her gray tabby tail
that ends in a black tip
hangs down like
an exclamation mark




~for Skippy~

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The last stanza is particularly heart breaking Haunted.

Thank you Delta.