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![]() | Her All Along ![]() No matter what I gave him, treated him, said to him. He always chose here. ![]() |
Dear ivey ![]() Just a quick assessment on reread (with dissertation to follow, mostly for the review watchers), the first four couplets are the heart and essence of this poem that offer the true reveal, indirectly pointing to either misunderstood or deceptive statement with a back door escape hatch. As you offer, he still has no leg to stand on, brand it cheating. Even non-exclusive doesn’t cover it. People thinking themselves clever for their simplistic, narcissistic tendencies leave that hatch to escape from false or non-disclosure in statement, readied with gaslight, usually the extension that can be persuaded and granted in event there is noted duplicity without complicity of the addled victim. The rest of the poem is more from emotion, informed by pain, can’t get fully untangled from it. The act of writing a poem such as this is one’s own escape vehicle, one that takes great purchase to own because a lie is a lie until proven or disproved. I appreciate the take, the approach, knowing this is therapeutic, a bit rehashing with a bit rehearsing to convince oneself they needn’t feel pain from what surprisingly victims own. It’s not your baggage, dear poet. Drop the bags, poem narrator. I do not have the power, only you, to release you from ill-gotten indebtedness. I know a woman who let a man get so close to her, he financially ruined her, putting her in deeper debt. It’s her agony, with a soul disgraced, barely able to get by, with just a thankless, menial job with a son who won’t visit, and a daughter who left to go live with her dad (who has died) and half a world away with no association with her because of poor choices. I think she punishes herself. I relive so much hearing stories like this conveyed in ode. But, you are over a year away. I write and publicly share my reviews, if any care to bear witness. I missed sending a review for this one out as an Account Anniversary Reviewer. Doing anniversary reviews and see accounts like yours that appear abandoned, now 13 months after initial start up. Yeah I am here to acknowledge from a group your membership, which lhas not offered new writing past the first two weeks oafter opening your account. And the subject matter that draws my eye among five entries still remaining, is similar to what I find in other one year accounts that have no current activity. And, subject matters covered like yours not dissimilar to that by folks who feel empty, or, left out by society, by loved ones. I’m still thinking of the song, looking for love in all the wrong places, and writing this. With Writing.Com, the oasis-purgatory, there is escape. I fear the worst, hope for the best, when wondering about the lost ones or society’s misfits. And this is where some may have felt the tide changed for them, when their writing got them a tap on their shoulder and seemed their only outlet. For some, apparently it doesn’t happen, and they still have their words located here. They might come back to read a review, such as this. And speaking of said review, here lies my take of the poem you have offered. My respects, Brian disAbility Writers Group Reviewer ![]() ![]() My aim to lend feedback is, and is not, for me. I serve the writer/their heart and passion sought with words, foremost. More in private blog entries illuminate ‘watchers’. Apologies to the author for applying this worthy platform that extends knowledge to any seeking, whether because or that absence of wavelength that might lift us from mysteries into the safety of what we know our convictions truly seek to represent. That’s why I offer ‘them’ these public reviews. ![]() ![]()
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