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Excuse me, did I ask? Another work day under way when out of the blue, she tells me she's a true Wiccan. I never object to choice of sect but I try to plan the work at hand and she proceeds to wax about the facts of her creed. Last Halloween, we made the scene in costume, wandering room to room in garish array. That day, she sashayed and twitched as a witch which now I know was apropos. My tech in despair states she's having an affair with a married man. She says with a sigh, she'll never pry him away from his wife and feels harried at the strife in her life. Now when I greet her, I think of her back-streeter role and her dismal soul in dilemma. I work without fail, contented and quiet, and never invite tales about coworkers' lives. I cannot ignore those who implore my attention but I find they are blind to my mention of apt intervention. I know a license on my wall calls my peers to share their fears and woes but why spew if they choose to eschew my opinion? Why ask that I cosset and bemoan the deposit of bones in closets when without a doubt, they won't clean them out? My grand quandry and I can't quash it: why air dirty laundry when they don't plan to wash it? |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Troy D Skroch On Date: 2005-05-09 20:47:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Mell,
First of all congratulations. You kicked my butt. But HEY, I was in it to the finish. LOL!
Yes I know, I don't get any points for commenting on work that isn't current. There's just so much good stuff out here to look at. And you have a hell of a resume my dear Mell.
Tonight I looked in on the forum and saw arnie's post. I was going to make the comment that he should go and read some of your poetry, but I didn't want anyone to take it the wrong way.
The irony in this poem is so true.
One of my friends came to me one day and asked me if I thought it was wrong that he was seeing a married woman. I said yes I did. We didn't talk for two years. LOL!
Another time a friend came to me and asked me if he should divorce his wife, because she was watching too much TV. I told him to divorce the TV first.
Where do these questions come from?
I absolutely love how you wrap, sew and seam your words together. Your fluid style is amazing. Your insights are wonderful. And your voice, though maybe it's me, because I'm a goof, always seems to have a little glitter of humor. This is where winning poetry comes from and this is a winning poem. I never did check to see how this one did. LOL! A great read.
Again congratulations,
Troy