…..
It’s a bitch,
this niche
this ditch they’ve dug.
He switched,
she snitched
pulled out the rug.
The pitch:
be unhitched,
the last song sung.
One glitch:
still bewitched,
her heart longs on.
……..
Written for Trifecta.
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Quick note: NOT (currently) autobiographical. Channeling past life again.
Poetry should always be assumed fiction unless stated otherwise, just like books.
I was planning to skip this prompt because I don’t care for that word. But maybe I’ll give it a try now that I’ve read yours. YOU inspire.
I love the word “twitch.” And the word “niche.” Man, there’s a world of story I could concoct within “He switched.” Whatever that means, it led to her walking out. (Maybe he cheated or changed or or got de-ranged, delusion-al, dist-ant [or gay].)
The ending is so sad:
“One glitch:
still bewitched,
her heart longs on.”
Man, I feel so bad for his wife. But at least it’s not you (anymore). The past is a place that doesn’t have to exist unless you tell it to. When you write it, you make it fiction.
“When you write it, you make it fiction.” Oh, man. YES.
I like the rhyming scheme you used here!
That one glitch is a big one. Sad but beautiful. I love Jasmine’s response to it. The fiction part – that’s great – that’s exactly what we do. I like your poem – a lot!
A breezy poem that belies the heartache revealed at the end. Nice.
This is really good!
nicely done, this poem
aw, lovely- the rhyme. economical and terse and yet, says soo much in your usual, masterful way. the last stanza is to die for. sigh
Loved how you have said everything in the last line of each para-beautiful rhyming too!Yes,it takes two to tango -even when we sever a relationship-maybe one is more to blame but never to be blamed alone!However,the heart that stays back is the one that suffers more-sad but true.Fabulous poem:-)
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I love the rhymes. Great piece (:
This is great!
I love this!! The rhyme & rhythm, everything! Great poem!
Funny. Jasmine almost skipped the poem because of the word. the title is what captured my attention. I is sad but well done.