Crosswords Poem by Susan Lacovara

Crosswords



You set me aside,

Like an unfinished crossword puzzle

Whose difficulty level,

Proved too hard, to complete

Unable were you

To come up with the right words

To fill in the blank

All too black and white boxes

And with pencil in hand...


I become but pink eraser dust

Blown away with one final breath

Your page swiped clean and clear

No words written

Though the clues were given

I am gray matter, gone....

Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(07/15/14) ....words undefined...
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 22 July 2014

I had two reactions to this poem, and they were very different from each other. On the surface, it tells a story of a failed encounter, an incomplete meeting of two individuals. Let's face the truth - the guy gives up because he perceives the woman is too complex. That's just sad, the very opposite experience from HAPPENSTANCE. However, your extended metaphor of the crosswords puzzle delighted my poet's mind - it was so deftly and thoroughly presented with so many concrete connections between the game and the experience, I was admiring the craft of the poem despite the sad turn of events.

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