Round 10

"I hate yous" frantically choked down, Instantly uglys push their way through her singed throat. Purged fragments of love crumbs , spew across the dust covered mirror. Her bloated stomach twisted in a forgotten pretzel. Hatred pounds inside her chest,fighting Round 10. Fists of bitter words balled up, punching for escape. Where is the crowd? No fans. No referee. Silently,she kneels. Forgiveness is buried somewhere in her left toe. Coastal blue veins warm her next upheaval passage. She stares at that reflected monstrosity. Will there be Round 11?

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Frank F. Atanacio

Date: 4/21/2009 11:42:00 AM

explosively good--I liked it

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 4/19/2009 6:05:00 PM

Check The Sacrifical Child verse again I answered your questions & added a photo site at the end of the verse. Your verse above is very sad...but a good effort! Light & Love

James Marshall Goff

Date: 4/19/2009 5:40:00 PM

Robin, this poem is wonderfully weighted, with heartfelt emotion, good work! and thank you for your kind comments! Jim

Date: 4/19/2009 1:42:00 PM

The vivid imagery conveys your thoughts in a creative way. There is a lot to ponder here. Sad that so often hatred takes control of people. Thank you for your kind comments. Keep on writing. Karen

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 4/19/2009 10:57:00 AM

Nice write. I see the similarity that you mentioned. I lovew the part ...Forgiveness somewhere in her left toe. Forgiveness is so Important. Keep writing. Thanks for you coment on my poem. God Bless you, Dane

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/19/2009 10:04:00 AM

Love the way you describe the hatred as "bloated stomach twisted in a forgotten pretzel." That really strikes a chord for me. Raise the left toe, forgive and proceed to Round 11. Awesome quality to this work, Robin! Love, Carolyn