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Fruitless Cycles

retched, a stomach twisting curdle
sour, the bile that rises from malcontent
tearful, yet, tears are futile, a waste of water
understanding seems never to come or come too late
all one can do is suck it up and try to love again

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Sara Kendrick

June 1, 2013 at 7:04 AM

Painful experiences when it comes to love are not so easy to get over..Great work expressing the idea..If for a contest, reads like winning material to me.Enjoyed reading the expressive and emotive work..Thanks for stopping by..Mostly I do write my works in a notebook first..I don't know if anyone in the future could read them though..Sara

Joy Wellington

May 31, 2013 at 11:34 PM

Yes, this is the thing to do. Wallowing in self pity wont help any, got to rise and spread your wings again.

Abdulhafeez Oyewole

May 31, 2013 at 8:57 AM

Beautiful and brilliant write Debbie. Thanks for my placement in your contest. Well done. AO

Carrie Richards

May 30, 2013 at 7:57 PM

Wow.......I love that this ends with at least a bit of reality and hope! But yes.......this is real from the gut of many who have been disappointed, discouraged and fed up with love. (It's never too late, however, I hear even Martha Stewart has joined an on-line dating service to match her up with the "perfect" man!! yikes....poor guy, what is he in for??

Joy Wellington

May 31, 2013 at 11:31 PM

Yikes indeed!!! He is going to get a tongue lashing every single day. (No puns intended)

James Marshall Goff

May 30, 2013 at 9:57 AM

The blushing mango, gleeful ripe, when fog does lift, taste sweet delight! jamesy

Poet Tacito

May 29, 2013 at 2:43 PM

Wisdom. Best way to break a cycle, walk forward. Excellent!

Shadow Hamilton

May 27, 2013 at 1:37 PM

wealth of truth here enjoyed it Linda

Charmaine Chircop

May 24, 2013 at 3:21 PM

So much truth in your love story..I love your hopeful optimistic ending of trying again.Hope you are fine sweet lady..Charma

Elai Cee

May 24, 2013 at 6:44 AM

hi Debbie---can relate here... love the dramatic lines----ELAI

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

May 22, 2013 at 8:26 PM

Dear Debbie, my name is Phillip Rollings (Flipper to my friends and you are my friend. Does Chef call you "Light and Love Deborah" I hope so because he gave me a list of 30 poets to write to and Light and LOVE Deborah was on that list There are no Deborahs on the Cummunity Builders list where he said I would find you If you read his last post or the blog he asked me to write then this comment will make more sense. He will be home Sat. Soup mail Respectfully Flipper

Bl Devnath

May 22, 2013 at 11:38 AM

Last two lines image the real emotion by counter attacking from the first line. Something different. Loved always, bl

Debbie Guzzi

May 22, 2013 at 6:09 AM

I double checked with the judge on how he accepts the form as being laid out, MY ABC poem starts with R, S, T, U & ends with any letter and was meant to put forth an emotion. Really this is a much less restrained way to do the form it's a bit boring always starting A,B,C,D..aye?