Paul Bell Poet Free verse

The Occasions

A good day there would be little blood
A bad day, she could paint the room
Though, that was a definite mistake
But then again, she was just a beginner
Not a virgin as such
She was never a virgin
The stomach was the best place to cut
It was hidden
Like the guilt
Eating away everyday
Birthdays were the worst
His special occasion
You didn’t bleed so much from the stomach
The pain was also stronger
But it was a nice sort of pain
It belonged to her
The years have passed
Seemed strange
One more special occasion
The grandkids had never met him
They watched as the curtain closed on him forever
She turned away
Unconsciously touching her stomach.

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Lisa Ricci January 21, 2024 at 4:50 AM Paul Paul Paul. You master the free verse. Your entry is so vivid and clear to any reader who is enduring pain and loss that gets worse with time because it does. We go through the motions. The power and emotive factor are ever present and off the charts. This entry reaches the heart and soul. Be proud of your execution. Bless those enduring all this. May your poetic pen be with you always. Have a wonderful morning and day. Peace and Blessings always. (smile) Paul Bell January 22, 2024 at 10:59 AM Thanks, Lisa, hope life is treating you well.

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 23, 2023 at 6:19 PM The raw ache and intimacy in your poem is palpable, Paul. The journey from hidden scars to the final, painful closure leaves a haunting weight, beautifully conveyed through subtle touches like the mention of birthdays and the grandkids' unknowing witness. It's a powerful exploration of grief and its enduring presence. - Blessings, Daniel Paul Bell December 24, 2023 at 11:56 AM Thanks, Daniel, merry Christmas when it comes and a happy new year.

Janice Canerdy December 18, 2023 at 9:25 PM Powerful poem about abuse and scars, Paul! Janice Paul Bell December 20, 2023 at 1:28 PM Tough one.

Vijay Pandit December 18, 2023 at 9:41 AM A potent poem, Paul. I hear the bawl of emotions in this splendid write. Paul Bell December 18, 2023 at 9:58 AM Sad one.

Duke Beaufort December 18, 2023 at 6:22 AM Abuse is tough to deal with. Many of us have been abused at one stage or another. I’m a big fan of Roald Dahl’s Matilda since he describes ways to deal with it. Unfortunately, there are scars. It’s something handed down from one generation to the next if there’s no intervention. Paul Bell December 18, 2023 at 7:54 AM They always seem to live to a ripe age.

Silent One December 17, 2023 at 7:52 AM Hope he will burn in hell... like how he was cremated... No child should go through this... sickening.. your poem is very clever in how you expressed it. Paul Bell December 17, 2023 at 10:58 AM Definitely, death is too good for some.

Charlotte Puddifoot December 17, 2023 at 5:33 AM i read many things into this, but maybe it's just my mind..a very dark write, with an impactful ending Paul Bell December 17, 2023 at 6:57 AM Just another survivor of abuse.