L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

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The poet sits
At the lower table
While his wife
Addresses the group.
Suddenly, she directs
Her remarks to him,
Spitting out words like
Bullets, wounding his
Spirit and his pride.
He quickly rises
To leave the room,
Dropping his poetry
Notes to the floor,
Upon reaching the
Foyer, realizes his
Marriage is over--
Just like that.

written August 27, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger August 30, 2021 at 6:47 PM How sad Spitting out words like Bullets, wounding his Spirit and his pride." So sad! L Milton Hankins August 30, 2021 at 7:17 PM See my comment to Gershon. Thanks for your read.

Gershon Wolf August 28, 2021 at 7:30 PM I'd spit right back! But then again, I'm not a 'full-time poet.' lol. ~ Obstinate in Osh-Kosh L Milton Hankins August 28, 2021 at 8:05 PM I think he was just horrified and in shock, G.W. Of course, this is all in my imagination, so...I give you permission to do whatever you think is appropriate for you! (chuckle) Believe it or not, I woke up in the middle of the night with this image and dictated it into my phone...then promptly went back to sleep! Have a wonderful week, Gershon.

Delice Arleen Skelly August 28, 2021 at 8:15 AM Wow, what a harsh way to say goodbye. I feel for your tormented poet..Delice L Milton Hankins August 28, 2021 at 8:26 AM Thank you, Delice. I think so, too.