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Dad Called It Tact

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Published: February 23, 2006
Dad Called It Tact

He only gave bad news when we were alone
in the car, driving along the mountain road I loved in fall
so when I asked, he said, I don’t know, Love. I don’t know

why,
but he promised it would pass. I had no
words—it stole my breath—but in his usual
way, he gave me the news when we were alone.

It was always something worse each time we’d go
to lunch or a backyard party—or when he’d call
and I’d ask why he didn’t know. Love, I don’t know

all the details yet,
but we’d put our trust in chemo-
therapy, and prayer. A year later, they hadn’t caught it all,
and when he gave the news, we were alone

in a steakhouse, for my birthday lunch—although
a few weeks late, as usual. If he was sick, I couldn’t tell,
so I asked if he felt it. No, Love. He didn’t know

when we’d meet next, that I screamed at the phone
after hanging up, if he’d still be okay that fall,
that he only gave bad news when we were alone,
or that I never asked why he didn’t know love. He didn’t know.
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Posession This demon's taken control of me Depression I curse myself and my incapability Regression I wish, I hope, to go back to the day Dispassion When I didn't care about it, either way Displacement Why are my thoughts so out of place? Abasement Mayhap it's someone else with my face Chastisement Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse Excitement It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse Searching I look for a way out of all this Lurking Shadows hide me, my courage I miss Waiting I see it there, my eyes it will haunt Hating I look for the moment when I can taunt Distraction It looks away for a moment or three Inact
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-Bisexual-
They said I’m so greedy They said I’m so unfair It’s only sex that I want And feelings I don’t care They said I’m not happy If I couldn’t stick to one They said my love is empty And sincerity is none You just don’t know what it feels like To be called unjust To be called restless And a slave to lust Who are you to judge me On how I should live I am also human Who sin and forgive They said I play safe They said I’m a coward I switch when I like it And get all the reward They said I’m confused But that is not so I am just free to choose Love is for everyone I know.
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To Melt
Hush, listen, a dance of heart beats- an awkward, painful fluttering like heavy snowflakes struggling to stay afloat in the empty expanse of somber sky fearing, not the iniquitous fall from grace, but the scolding caress of the torrid earth below.
© 2006 - 2019 tragiccomedy
Poem #5 from my Poetry Portfolio, submitted today in my Creative Writing class. It's a villanelle, my first, and I cannot express how much I enjoyed working with this form. Mmm. Tasty.
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Inaction and Reaction
Posession This demon's taken control of me Depression I curse myself and my incapability Regression I wish, I hope, to go back to the day Dispassion When I didn't care about it, either way Displacement Why are my thoughts so out of place? Abasement Mayhap it's someone else with my face Chastisement Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse Excitement It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse Searching I look for a way out of all this Lurking Shadows hide me, my courage I miss Waiting I see it there, my eyes it will haunt Hating I look for the moment when I can taunt Distraction It looks away for a moment or three Inact
B
-Bisexual-
They said I’m so greedy They said I’m so unfair It’s only sex that I want And feelings I don’t care They said I’m not happy If I couldn’t stick to one They said my love is empty And sincerity is none You just don’t know what it feels like To be called unjust To be called restless And a slave to lust Who are you to judge me On how I should live I am also human Who sin and forgive They said I play safe They said I’m a coward I switch when I like it And get all the reward They said I’m confused But that is not so I am just free to choose Love is for everyone I know.
T
To Melt
Hush, listen, a dance of heart beats- an awkward, painful fluttering like heavy snowflakes struggling to stay afloat in the empty expanse of somber sky fearing, not the iniquitous fall from grace, but the scolding caress of the torrid earth below.
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Yoggington's avatar
My moms like that. Only gives me bad news in the car, when its just the two of us.
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tragiccomedy's avatar
what is it with parents and doing that??

grr
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Rushy's avatar
Interesting meter to this one, had to read it aloud a few times before I got really into the flow :D
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tragiccomedy's avatar
it's not supposed to have any real set metre ^^; it was more supposed to just have the repeated lines. but eh, i worked my ass off on it. glad you liked it? i think :)
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chibiyin's avatar
Ouch. Villanelles are fun, though I've never written one of my own. :D
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tragiccomedy's avatar
villanelles are brilliant. i want to dabble more in this area; it's constricting in the most fascinating way.
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chibiyin's avatar
That's a phrase you don't hear very often ;)
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tragiccomedy's avatar
yeah, you know how i am.
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