Eileen Manassian Poet Dramatic Monologue

You Auctioned My Love Away

You auctioned my love
Because you couldn't pay
The price of keeping me
In good repair...
Too time consuming
Too hard
Too demanding
Too tough
And so you auctioned me away

You auctioned my love away
And watched
All the bidders
In a frenzy of excitement
Raising the price
sky high
For my finish was fine
Aesthetically pleasing
A "masterpiece"
They did not see 
They did not know
What you auctioned was flawed
You auctioned me away

You auctioned my love away
“Going once…
Going twice…
Going three times…..
Gone!”

You cried a little on the inside
When you saw hands reach for me
Mr Auctioneer
But the tears were not enough
Not the tears of sacrifice
Which was the greater price
For having me
How can you keep something beautiful
Without the sacrifice of time
Emotions
Energy
And your very soul?
Too great a price
And so you auctioned me away

You auctioned my love away
And to this day
You wonder where I've gone
Where I've been hung
Which wall I decorate
How I’m being handled of late
You auctioned me away

You auctioned my love away
And now you pay
Now you pay….

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Justin Bordner July 23, 2014 at 2:11 PM This is a beautiful poem of an ancient moral. Reminds me of what I told an old competitor of mine a very long time ago Eileen, that I always get my treasures back! Fine Art must be allowed to mature. You are so uninsurable woman. J.A.B. Eileen Manassian July 23, 2014 at 2:26 PM Did you competitor write poetry, Justin? You have an edge. :) You always get your treasures back. Fine line. Fine fighting spirit. Thank you, Justin, for seeing the good in me. It does give me immeasurable joy.

Poet Tacito July 23, 2014 at 11:18 AM Bid? Auctioned? You're priceless. I mean, even Google confirmed that. Fierce, fierce ending. Eileen Manassian July 23, 2014 at 11:19 AM Hey YOU! I've sure missed ya! Thank you...FIERCE FIERCE is what I live fore! Katy Perry...step over...Hear me ROAR!!!

Sarai Virden July 23, 2014 at 9:54 AM I would bid on you my sweet... You are worthy of time, compassion and endless energy. And yet it requires a deep well of soul to hold such passionate waters as you. Some loves are better lost than to leave one thirsting for more. A truly passion filled write I enjoyed! Stay sweet my dear Eileen <3 Eileen Manassian July 23, 2014 at 11:21 AM Awwwww...how sweet you are, Sarai. I thank you. I know I'm not an easy person. My insecurities often get the better of me. I need constant reassurance. Can be tiring...but on the flip side...I love to give. "Some loves are better lost than to leave one thirsting for more." You are a wise woman, my dear. Thank you for your visit and kindness to me. I never forget kindness! Hugs

Richard Lamoureux July 23, 2014 at 7:38 AM Your love is a treasure and I can't imagine anyone being foolish enough to auction a gift of such immeasurable value. You are so creative my dear, I was mesmorized from start to finish. On a different subject, I am so pleased to see your name back on your poems! I am once again content. Eileen Manassian July 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM Thank you, Richard, but what I feared would happen, happened. :( Some unfortunate message about my "depressive" writes. I may reconsider a pseudonym. I feel more and more restricted in what I can write, but for now...Eileen should do. Did you know that it is originally an Irish name? Do you know the meaning? A great light! That's what my name means! :) I like it. Thanks for saying my love is a treasure...I'm welling up so I'll stop here. Hugs

Moein Jr July 22, 2014 at 11:08 PM "Now you pay…." I like this part!But it really is happening among us with an unstoppable course.Even in my country that was famous for faithfulness of it's people.we simply forget each other & we throw our loved ones away like objects.and that hearts,it really does.Thanks Eileen,your taste for drama is originally oriental & touching!Wish u the best -Moein Moein Jr July 23, 2014 at 1:40 PM Merci beaucoup! tarane "navazesh" az "Ebi".mige : " mano hala navazesh kon,ke in forsat nare az dast,shayad in akharin bare ke in ehsase ziba hast!hanooz ham mishe ashegh bood, to bashi kare sakhti nist.bedoone marz ba man bash;agar che dige vaghti nist ! nabinam in dame raftan , too cheshmat ghose mishine.hame ashkat ro miboosam,midoonam ghesmatam ine ... Best Wishes,Moein Eileen Manassian July 23, 2014 at 11:37 AM I know...I'm so sad about the situation. You need to keep hoping and believing and being a positive influence. Thank you for your visit, Moein...As to your Poem, Caress...No, I don't remember the original song. I left when I was very young....and some of the music and literature is lost on me, but I love the language...so much! Thanks for the visit.

Nette Onclaud July 22, 2014 at 3:50 PM dramatic rant with a monologue that sweeps me away.. awesome language here, sweet Eileen, whoo.. huggs Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 10:05 PM Thanks, Nette. I'm glad I had the opportunity to sweep you away with this little piece. Hugs

Ilene Bauer July 22, 2014 at 3:12 PM wow! what a creative metaphor you've come up with, eileen! this is an absolute gem... Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 10:05 PM A gem...I can live with that! ;) Love you, woman!

Tim Smith July 22, 2014 at 1:07 PM Wait!! Wait!! Wait!!...You didn't get my bid......well done Eileen?? ....hugs Tim Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 10:06 PM Where were you at the auction, Tim? ;) Too busy to show up? ;) Just kidding...nice to know you'd put in a bid for me. Hugs

Jeremy Street July 22, 2014 at 11:31 AM We Auctioned Lucifer's Nuts Away Also But They Didn't Fetch As Much $$ Sweet Baby Girl!....KLove * Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 10:00 PM What an intriguing comment. Thanks for reading and commenting, Jeremy.

Paul Callus July 22, 2014 at 10:52 AM Just my luck! Nobody informed me of this auction!! I'm not rich, but I would have at least made a bid, out of support for you. Lovely, sad and touching poem, but this dark cloud will soon scatter with the wind and the light will shine again. // paul Paul Callus July 22, 2014 at 11:36 AM Ay, Eileen....it could only be that way....after all love is not for sale!:) Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 11:12 AM A bid out of support.....I'll take what I can get. Thank you for this lovely post. Always good to have you visit.

Jan Allison July 22, 2014 at 10:09 AM Oh Eileen this is a very deep and sad monologue. The thought of love being auctioned off - oh no such a high price to pay! Hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian July 22, 2014 at 10:17 AM Some idea that was floating around in my head this morning. had to catch it down before it floated away. Thanks for reading. I'm afraid I'm getting people worried about me, but...life isn't all sunshine and roses...is it. I have euphoric poems too...and poems about nature...joy and life...I guess lately I've been struggling a bit more. This too shall pass. Hugs