There's nothing fond
about this.
Having something taken away,
ripped from your hands
when your back is turned
breeds nothing.
Lack
does not make things better.
Emptiness
does not comfort.
Absence is the place
Where nothing lives.
Where silence flows
like a swollen gutter.
It is the void
between these word.
It is the double space
between
these stanzas
where only sadness resides.
What's so fond
about that?
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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So I had this idea, kind of based on Brent's cliche poems. I think that idioms are funny and cliche so I am thinking about writing a response to a bunch of different idioms. This is " absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I'm glad I could inspire you. I think you've caught on to a great idea and I look forward to seeing what you come up with. When are you doing "freeze the balls off a brass monkey"?
I think you do a great job of flipping this idiom on its head and in a sense refuting it. I especially like the break between the last two stanzas and how you use it to further your point. Just in the way you space out this poem, there's a feeling of absence here which makes that break even more impactful.
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