Look and listen

by June3

Published July 12, 2011

Look at me!
What do you see?
Do you see a hero? A saint?
Or, am I so terrifying that I make grown men faint?
Am I beautiful, like a dove?
Or is it a face that only a mother could love?
Look at me!
What do you notice?
Have you noticed sadness?
Have you only seen happiness?
Does my laugh seem more forced than it used to?
Or is that more observation than you care to do?
Listen,
What do you hear?
You hear nothing,
Why?
It's because you're not listening.
Not really.
It's because you're away,
Far, far away.
Then, to come home with the same excuse day after day.
You lie,
You curse,
You've only made me cry.
You break my hands,
And with that my spirit.
Then, just to go back out in foreign lands.
Listen,
What do you hear?
Silence,
That's what you like to hear.
Look,
What do you see?
You see that my spirit is not broken!
That now, finally, I am free!
Now I shall go away,
Far, far away.
I shall go out into foreign lands.
Where you cannot break me.
Where you cannot hurt me.
Now you see,
Now you hear,
But, it's too late,
Because now, I am free.
Of you're excuses,
And our forgotten love.

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Deanie
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Deanie wrote a review Review · Jul 13, 2011

I'm rubbish with spelling too so now help there, but I love this poem. It flows really naturally, and it shows a great story! I love how you use slant to put more emphasis on words, and the ending sums it all up nicely. My favourite lines:

June3 wrote:Now I shall go away,
Far, far away.
I shall go out into foreign lands.
Where you cannot break me.
Where you cannot hurt me.
Now you see,
Now you hear,
But, it's too late,
Because now, I am free.
Of you're excuses,
And our forgotten love.


Beautifully written, and I hope you keep on writing!

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27017296
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27017296 commented Comment · Jul 13, 2011

I liked it, understood it, and was inspired by it. :)

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Fear257
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Fear257 wrote a review Review · Jul 12, 2011

Hmmm. I'm finding that there are quite a few poems on here I'm surprisingly liking. Usually poetry to me is, well, bland and boring. However, there were a few parts that didn't make much sense. But then again, aren't there always in every writing? Good job. :D

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jolene15
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jolene15 commented Comment · Jul 12, 2011

o ok got it now thanks

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June3
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June3 commented Comment · Jul 12, 2011

It was supposed to mean that he abuses her and then just leaves right after he finishes.

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jolene15
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jolene15 commented Comment · Jul 12, 2011

I liked a lot but there was a few spots that i got stuck on...but this part here confused me a little bit more=
You break my hands,
And with that my spirit.
Then, just to go back out in foreign lands.



Forever is composed of nows.
— Emily Dickenson