Thursday, February 25, 2016

Jenny Santellano- A Poem


Dead Dad Club

Dear friend
I'm not
a member
but I
feel your
pain

the bludgeoning
blows to
the already
shattered
ego
the
accusations
the
name calling
the
heart-ripping
criticisms

the look
that
look
of disgust
hate
anger
vessel void
of love
or
empathy

Your mirror
cracks
and I 
fall
to pieces

the maddening
memories
won't 
clean up
that mess

Yes
I understand
but
I don't
know

yet.

7 comments:

  1. The pace of the poem is like a cyclone. The feelings
    roar loudly and take off. Enjoyed reading!

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  2. Rose is accurate in her observation as a good poet needs
    to be an iconoclast.

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  3. Thanks, Rose. Glad you enjoyed it! Hey, B.Z., thanks! I appreciate it. Jenny

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