Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Ottava rima

Recycle

A sweet marriage turned sour, had to be tossed in the trash
Wooden emotions of affection, anger burned love into ash
Marital memories put in the attic, placed in boxes covered with dust
Two cancerous affairs of the heart metastasize into fidelity distrust
Second mortgage is under water, swamped in bills ... no levee cash
Wedded bootleggers drown sorrows drinking the moonshine mash
A once healthy marriage died yesterday, got buried in divorce
Resurrected maiden name celebrates, in a singles bar of course

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Alexis Y. January 12, 2017 at 8:17 AM Hi Freddie, I agree with them below me, this is such a sad poem. That gives a powerful punch of "reality" . Well done. A without a doubt seven-Alexis

Jannie Breedt January 10, 2017 at 12:24 AM Incredible! Brutal honesty and with meat and bones. The bittermess blasts one of the page and with power. This is art and I dig it. Not familiar with ottava rima but what an introduction. Wow

Doug Vinson January 9, 2017 at 4:04 PM Ah Freddie, well done - sometimes it goes bad.

Heidi Sands January 9, 2017 at 11:57 AM You put forth the sadness of this situation well into words Freddie !

Chris Green January 9, 2017 at 10:36 AM A sad one my friend, sounds a bit bitter, but is so well written it reads like a song, albeit a sad song.