Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

Apparition

- APPARITION- 
                            
Cloudy coffee in a silky morn .            
A harvester was feeding in a field of corn.
My wishing was that  I wasn't born       
    Apparition.

Her love has left my bed unmade.
Her heart has turned into a hand grenade. 
Blinded justice with a flaming sword 
Muted sentence doused the written word.      
 Apparition

Freedom found in a guilty plea.
I did the deed but it wasn't me.
Here we stand in a court of law
Words exchanged when she slammed the door   
Apparition

Misty mountain is missing you
Blood pressure over two sixty two
Replay the scene as she walked away
Filling out forms - latest title - divorcèe.  
Apparition.

Sold the van in lieu of suicide
Sold the house but kept my pride
Drive to town before she drove me mad
Envy others for what they had.         
     Apparition

Sarcastic scene I always criticised
Wheelchair cripple wouldnt compromise
Cremated love tries to patronise
I was never there had a love affair.   
Apparition
             Separation 
                           Competition

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Patricia Cresswell September 24, 2017 at 4:09 PM A very sad tale. Love was created to be forever why do we keep screwing it up? Jannie Breedt September 26, 2017 at 12:46 AM Not my most favorite work but it had elements that I liked. Its actually very misleading. It screams for a rewrite to make it more historically accurate

Punnia Viswan Bhatia January 5, 2017 at 10:45 PM A 7! Jannie Breedt April 4, 2017 at 10:51 PM Hey Silly girl! I overlooked your beautiful 7 somehow. Belatedly I thank you and to make up I will lookk yours up again. So thank you

CayCay Godwin October 28, 2016 at 12:16 PM This is so creative, expressive and universally applicable - I love the write, I love the blunt delivery that captures how the 'speaker' feels - it is perfect delivery. To me, it captures how thoughts bluntly run through our mind's list when mood is down, raw and self pity enhanced. SO GOOD ... CayCay Jannie Breedt October 28, 2016 at 1:22 PM I need ro find a pc to teel you stuff on inbox . Im jinxed on a phone . This just kills me. This poem needs editing badly. I cant stop reading your stuff its bloody addictive. I noticed with a certain depridation about your issues with angst. How could you know . You transcend me. You send me. My best work is in Afrikaans . I NEED some advice. Can I translate?Furthermore you inspired me to write about Hubble. The alphabet is too limited to describe it though. I am so enthused just to speak of it.it requires a collaboration . I just ... need to tell you . Please check out Beethovens 9th symphony - the words. That what i need to say

Kelly Deschler August 27, 2016 at 8:07 PM Apparitions...such are memories of the past...so we must be careful that what we do today may come back to haunt us tomorrow... I really enjoyed the rhyming in this poem. Very well written and expressed, Jannie. Jannie Breedt August 27, 2016 at 11:46 PM Hi Kelly, xoming from you its a real compliment. You are such an accomplished poet yourself. This one begs for a rewrite though. Thank you for the visit.

Mary E.W. Stephenson August 11, 2016 at 2:26 PM Great write. Rhythmic and perfect timing. Beautiful and complex metaphor Jannie Breedt August 27, 2016 at 6:17 AM Thank you so much for visiting my poem and your kind words

Scott Thirtyseven July 29, 2016 at 8:55 AM Terrible situation, but you've got a great poem out of it. Then I read your comments below, two dogs in one week? Sending you my well wishes. Jannie Breedt July 29, 2016 at 9:02 AM Thanks Scott for checking me out. It's an old rewrite. Yea there's something in the air. Trouble trouble trouble boil and bubble.hey that's mc Beth.! .