When the beatings stopped - Conrad DiDiodato

Sunday, February 12, 2012

When the beatings stopped (a poem for K)

"Victims of spousal abuse are not to blame for the violence they have been forced to endure. They deserve dignity, freedom from fear and compassionate acceptance by the community." (from the "Canadian Resource Centre for Victims of Crime")

     The thief is never whole-souled
nor into a Why
            and so: thinking
a mood's like cat moult, or a good
    st. basil coming from 

              the corps (she hoped!),

    she'd try rather perching on a ledge
                 jabbed at
                 til dawn,
                 a burning beneath fur,
                 an angel's blurry-eyed wetness
and all that--

    Now nothing but the only truly singly
                  stiff-planked
                  Word
                  could've stopped it, and   (god!)
the Kerl could've

                   She hoped

    So ledge-perched she sat
waiting for mr. moroseness, years older,
    to die--
                  strangely silent now.

                  No, she never took
    the way to his Why:
which only made a hole in one pretty eye,
                  the swampy glare

 

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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "When the beatings stopped - Conrad DiDiodato":

I can write a better poem.

Posted by Anonymous to Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens at 16 July 2012 19:11

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Hey, Anonymous

Write a better poem & I'll post it. In fact, send your poem,

better or not, & I'll publish it on the blog!

Chris (the blog 'maestro')

p.s. if you're such a great poet, why the anon. disguise?

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