Sunday, December 09, 2007

Poetry Class Final Assignment

And Then He Sat Up Straight

Ragged rebel defenseless kneels
crumpled in the doorway
shoulders sag

His word-wounded heart
no longer a sure foundation
for proud posture

Desperately disconsolate,
he implores her through tears
Look at yourself, Mom

Look at your self
she spits back through clenched teeth
tongue like a diamond-tipped chisel

I dare to say no
and you throw
a 5-year old tantrum

Sarcasm drips
down her chin
as the barrage continues

Until his low voice
imbued with fledgling sovereignty

Who’s throwing the tantrum now, Mom?

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