Petal pulling

by Brenda   Jun 26, 2016


He loves me.
he loves me not.
he loves me...
When we said "I do",
I thought this would last forever.
we talked of big plans,
we talked of babies.
Three years in and
many "girlfriends" later,
you chose no babies
we limped along another
three years
you living your life
me treading water.
He loves me not...
-
He loves me...
I met you
in a "need time"
of my life.
I ignored the red flags.
We said our "I do's",
my inside voice
protesting loudly over an
obvious mistake on my part-
you gave me
the children I craved,
the only shining moment
in this union...
But your mistress was
drink and drugs.
Her allure was far more appealing
then I, or our children,
would ever be.
Sixteen long years I toiled:
hoping, wishing, trying
to make things work.
Not wanting to fail once again.
In the end
it just didn't
matter.
He loves me not...
-
He loves me...
Older, hopefully wiser,
slightly jaded
by too many failed unions.
I reached out and met you-
From the start
I felt like we had known each other
in past lives.
Two people who had led
parallel lives worlds apart.
We've said our "I do's"-
finally being in a relationship
that really means
true love.
I cherish each day with you-
sharing, talking, dreaming.
I could spend an eternity
with you,
it still wouldn't be long enough-
I'm done pulling petals.
He loves me...

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  • 8 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Thanks for sharing such a heartfelt, personal, and interesting poem. I love your word usage with the petals, "But your mistress was
    drink and drugs." . . . "I'm done pulling petals.
    He loves me... "

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much for your kind words-it's been an interesting journey so far.

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Brenda,

    This poem reminds me of one of mine: Little Missy. I used petals, in a love me, love me not way.

    Anyway, back to your poem:

    The poem is a love stories, or should i say a series of love stories. It is an honest account of your life and how love if often unlucky. Using the age old method of 'pulling petals' creates a rhythm within the poem as your love life unfolds.

    As the poem stands it is heartfelt and it seems a true account. My challenge for you is to have another go, but this time relive the disappointment, feel the anger and frustration. Use these feelings to conjure up dark metaphors and similes, like thunder, poison, darkness, scarlet women of the night. If you can do this, this will add powerful imagery and emotion. Once the reader feels this your happy ending, which you can also embellish will shine like a sun burning through the dark clouds.

    If and when you feel like attempting this, let me know and I will help if you like.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by GB

    "I'm done pulling petals."

    ^^I like the whole verse but adored this line, I like your style and you manage to turn real stories we live everyday to very neat poetry. Lovely read, Brenda.

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Samia, thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words. It really means a lot to me that you like my poems. Take care-Brenda

  • 8 years ago

    by shadow

    Wow, this was an intense read. You found the perfect way to describe such difficult situations with a sort of maturity and acceptance that only comes from years of experience. Thanks for sharing such a personal journey. I'm glad that you found a happy ending.

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much! It's been some interesting years but I'm finally in my happiest place. I'm hoping I have many many years with my husband, he's really an amazing man. Thank you again for your kind words, take care-

  • 8 years ago

    by hiraeth

    I really like the twist on the old cliche of 'he loves me, he loves me not'. Really well done!

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words.

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