Clever Poem by Patti Masterman

Clever

Rating: 5.0


I cleverly crafted you into a hangman's noose,
And then I went and hung myself-
It's not your fault that I'm so clever;
Industrious even, at ruining my life
Because you were only doing what comes naturally
And nobody told me to pay attention,
Get my heart all trampled and sore
By someone who outclasses me,
By the mere act of taking in oxygen.
But humiliation is a tough chew
And revulsion is a heady scent:
I have hopes of survival now,
Though it will never be pretty again;
This still being alive-
When once I had hopes that
Finding myself beneath your notice,
I might just go ahead and die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 25 January 2010

interesting is this really about dying

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John Knight 19 January 2010

Hi Patti - This poem is a paradox - is it abstract - is it autobiograhical - is it a cri de coeur? As the composer of this enigmatic poem - you are clever - but our intellect can be constructive or destructive. We can in essence 'Be clever at riuning our lives'. Those of us who 'Do what comes naturally' have more fun and in the end fewer regrets because we were prepared to 'Grasp the nettle' and ignore the pain for the joy of the experience. None of us like to be - outclassed -humiliated - revulsed but it's never terminal. 'I have hopes of survival now - though it will never be pretty again'. Death is an easy way out. Much better 'To stll be alive'. The last three lines present an awesome option we all face at sometime in our lives - it takes great strength of character to choose to live through the angst and come out stronger and wiser. 'When once I had hopes - that finding myself beneath your notice - I might just go ahead and die - AMAZING. Thanks for sahring - I score it a TEN. Love you in Poetry - JOHN X.

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