mum’s the word
a poem by punkie
quick lies on your lips
make swift fingertips
bitter subsistence
while justice remiss
betrayed with a kiss
failed proof in the court
of first instance
she who was here
deleted by fear
defaced and erased
from existence
stays in the wings
to silently sing
do-re-me without
proper assistance
mum’s the word now
no longer allowed
to punish my
passive resistance
yet deep in cut throats
choke rebel-like quotes:
the heart is the soul
of persistence
Notes:
© Susan Macaulay 2015. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.
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Love this Susan dah-ling and you too! ❤
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Likewise I’m sure dahhhhling 🙂 ❤
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So succinct and powerful, love it! Lxxx
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That means a lot coming from a fellow poet who has been at it much longer than I! XOX
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Beautiful. “deleted by fear/defaced and erased/from existence”… powerful word crafting, I love it.
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TYSM ❤ Maybe 2016 is the year we’ll get to talk… #hopeful
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Brilliant.
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Thanks dahhhhling ❤
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