Undermined

You

are the wave

which crashes my shore,

washing my substance far off to sea;

You

are the wind

which batters my door,

deluging undertow, wearing down Me.

You

find it odd

that my road cannot bear

the weight which it should, and so you fume;

You

count it strange

that my countenance wears

a funeral pall, like a runaway tomb.

You

still deny

what your actions have done,

your heart, calloused over, waxes blind;

You

will still try

with your bullying run

to make sure that my path’s undermined.

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11 comments on “Undermined

  1. I assume the triangles were intentional. I will remember that next year when we do poetry. I tried to make sense of the pattern, but appear to miss something.

  2. You might have been going for visual but it actually worked with the rhythm too πŸ™‚ building up to a crescendo each time and then receding.

    Like the (undermined) photo too.

  3. Petro Neagu says:

    Such a beautiful poem, full of love and emotions! I presume it’s for your beloved husband πŸ™‚

    Hugs

  4. Photographs by Peter Knight says:

    This is too good! This really meant something to me personally as it so effortlessly explained things I felt many years ago! Wonderful words!!

    • melodylowes says:

      Wow. Thanks so much, Peter, for your encouraging and heart-felt words… I guess that’s what connects humans together- we have such a wide range of emotional reactions, yet at their core, no matter the circumstances, we can relate on some level.

  5. It’s a great Shape or ‘Concrete’ poem! I have managed to do 1 of those.

  6. Penescapes says:

    Excellent …!

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