oooooo This is so shall we say fistey? Who can say they havent had thoughts like that after a relationships enced? I love the empowerment in the voice of the one left behind. Like you left but you will come crawling back in the end. The great question now presents itself. Should the once accept the cancer and let it trully take over if it does return or seek kemo therapy and eradicate it from the face of the earth? quite ingenious piece you have here Amy!-John
Oh wow...that's an interesting take on the guy. I'm sure you go through all sorts of emotions with your man away...it's one thing to be surprised that you're not only not withered, but better...but to think of him as cancer in remission leads me to believe that you've come to some harsh conclusions about him...that perhaps you're better off without him. (of course I know these emotions probably change daily). Really cool metaphor...man, sometimes I think my man's a cancer...well he IS a cancer (born in late June)...well, no when he's grumpy, he's more like a bad cold.
nice poem. I like the lines "Like a broken leg/ In a cast" cause I associate the word 'wither' always with flowers and plants not with something like that. a typical German thing?? don't know. anyway I like it cause it's unexpected and interesting. can't think of something else now as my brother's making such a noise in the room next to mine.
Revitalize, recreate, remission, indeed. This made me chuckle and for all the times I've thought my partners in relationships could be hemmoroidal tissues or whatever, I am grateful to live alone at times.
But I glow And my curves are rounder
I think we've all experienced the profound freedom in letting go of someone not so great. I like it, this idea just killed me "Can you stay away?" Hey lady, you're a great brat. Hugs, Nan
It's as if the guy is a cancer eating at you, bringing you down, although you loved him. And without him you found that you were glowing and so much better off. I really like the meaning I got from it. It's good to get away from guys that drag you down and eat at you. Great piece! -blt
Hmmmm, a lover as a malignancy, now that's quirky! As usual you never disappoint with your delightfully odd perspectives on things, especially relationships. The "remission" finds you hale and hardy, not the usual woe-is-me reaction to rejection or abandonment. You are the only person i can think of who somehow jumble and juggle images of a broken leg withering away in a cast,—with rosy glow and curvaceous body,-a former love and a cancer,-and make it all work. Silver
I understand this piece as only a broken lover can. It's too bad that it takes such losses to strengthen and mature us, but wisdom is gained and life goes on. thank's for sharing, this is a nice little piece. salude
but unlike the cancer, you might want this to come back, or so you kinda hint. Maybe you just feel the need for him to see you in your beautiful glow. Lovely images as always. I LOVE the line "My curves are rounder"
I know the feeling in your description. I'm telling you, Christmas is a killer of creativity...stifles all things unrelated to money and time. I felt a great releif too, in finally making a post...glad you're back!