Johanna Harmon's Spanish Dancer
or farewell to youthful folly
I see now my ease of self was too dear a price to pay for your inconsistent fancy
Why, you taxed me free of eleganceLeaving me no more than an artless inarticulate toad
I’m unable to stand the sight of you and lament in the same vein all thoughts of you
I hold it as grudge Sir, the power you held over my once poised carriage
Made remedial fawning prepubescent malcontent and all for your smiles
So here in the light of day I, with competent solicitor am serving you with my intent to reclaim all
This means going forth your mere presence will not make of me the grotesque
There will be no more fumbling for speech, girlish giggles or delinquent declarations of tendre
My love my care,
Simone
I'm so torn reading this poem. I'm devastated knowing full well how easily I relate to this loss of innocence; but I'm elated reading each word--the language is beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteOuch! I'm almost feeling for this guy. Did he really deserve all this?
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Beautifully written poem Simone. Such an eloquent way to lament about the loss of innocence. Wishing you all the best.
ReplyDeleteYou sound influenced by 'Diary of a Dead Moth', Simone.
ReplyDeleteWhile your poems are clever and unique, my comments teeter on the brink of mundacity. I have nothing new to say to you but continue to be impressed with your talent. Brava.
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