Lips curled;
there’s a painful point
of contention between you,
I,
and a heart full of expectations.
Head down;
I say I can try harder,
but your eyes roll sideways
and I find myself
slipping underfoot.
Open sneer;
you have sharp teeth
and a judgmental tongue,
but I labor under your intensity
and bear the weight of pursed lips.
Wilted frown;
this inadequacy is innate-
I can’t give more
than a mumbled apology
from a sad, sloping mouth.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Clever and fun poem.
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Excellent – straight out of your emotion on to the page – beautifully expressed poem – love it 😊
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This is really effective. I feel almost claustrophobic from being stuck in a position of feeling judged, or of having done something wrong and not knowing how to make amends.
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Quoth the mumble mouth for sure. Looks like some of my lucid or is it illusionary dreams!
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No need to apologise for being yourself…. your are your own expectations…. wipe the smirk off his face….. run away….
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This broke my heart in two…maybe too many memories. Great writing, truly.
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Great poem! Thank you!
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Well said! ‘Nough said!
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