My layers of forbearance to plague, unmake.
The prayers of your parents should be a guide.
Respectful direction should be applied.
Apostate rage has failed refrain,
I postulate feigning as greatest bane.
Impossibly aweless, your talk has brought
A loss of my tolerance--altered thought.
Alone against the common aim
Of raucously raising your worthless name,
I merely can mention what you won't like.
You braggarts and blatherskites act alike.
Respectful direction should be applied.
Apostate rage has failed refrain,
I postulate feigning as greatest bane.
Impossibly aweless, your talk has brought
A loss of my tolerance--altered thought.
Alone against the common aim
Of raucously raising your worthless name,
I merely can mention what you won't like.
You braggarts and blatherskites act alike.
I feel like you've been reading my email box, Jake. Every word of this is precise to a particular conundrum I am currently experienced, on both sides. It is the unwritten email, third party postage, that needed to be sent. Thank you for the depth of understanding articulated here.
ReplyDeleteOh, by the way, I read "clavate" as like an insects antennae, feeling around blindly in violation of another person's space.
ReplyDeleteBlatherskites is a cool word I haven't heard. Your poetry is an amazing journey of discovery like that.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with both Ben and Bill! "Braggarts and blatherskites" has a fantastic, furious ring to it (I could hear it as the name of a pub!).
ReplyDeleteyes -blatherskites - that is a good one!
ReplyDeleteGreat poetry. I like your rhyming style, well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good one.Filled with angst.
ReplyDeleteStrong piece!
ReplyDeleteLife's not all skittles and beer
ReplyDeleteI agree with Dennis. I feel the angst here. Wonderful wordings. I just love that word 'blatherskites' and must try to find a way to use it. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteAlliteration, assonance, rhyme.. a feast for the bibliophile.
ReplyDeleteAh must add to the chorus of comments that preceded me... it seems 'blatherskite" stole the show .... followed by "clavate' and the delicious alliteration throughout. I heard the anger - but perhaps due to the rhyming and the wonderful delight of the words themselves - I could see the twinkle of a smile in this blustery anger. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the play of words, in the sense of sound -- alliteration, onomatopoeia, etc. What fun to read!!
ReplyDeleteI love the word play in this the sense of how the words sound--this would be great read aloud I think---
ReplyDelete:) Love the wordplay!
ReplyDeleteJack, first time here, courtesy of Poets United. So glad I came.
ReplyDeleteDon't hold back. Tell us how you really feel, right?
Funny, every googled mention of "Blatherskites" specifically mentioned politicians, and that's my meat and potatoes (and a pint). I'm wondering if this was meant to be political, and if so, whether you are downing all of them. That's about where I am these days!
You have a way with words... actually, you clutch them by the throat and affix them to the page. I LOVE that ruthlessness. Keep 'em coming! Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/20/three-hymns-naming-constellations/
You are a true wordsmith.
ReplyDeleteJack,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the anger and tension in your owrds. A feeling of relief, in 'letting it all out.' Superb language:)
Eileen