This year's theme is PO-EMotions. Mary Lee promises, "I will write a poem a day that either evokes an emotion, or uses an emotion word in the title or body of the poem. Her list of emotions is here. I'm joining her, at least some days.
Today's emotion is guilt.
"guilt"
those tiny pinpricks
when soul pokes at heart
and says
pay attention
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015
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"Guilt"
Five years old
I steal Cathy Phillips'
pink Barbie tv
The square lump
burns a hole in my leg
and in my heart
until my mom discovers it
and makes me return it
i am late for work, again
held up by teenage dawdling
finally we make it to the car
and my mouth spews forth ugliness
you always and you always and you always
blahblahblahblahblah
they get out of the car and I cry
later i apologize
but the damage is done
my finger has written
ugly on the wet cement
of my children's souls
the conversation
in the faculty lounge turns ugly
unkind things are said
i do not contribute
nor do i leave
afterwards i swish
diet coke around in my mouth
trying to wash away the bad taste
perhaps guilt is a thermometer
measuring the warmth
of the god-heart
at the center of our being
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
4 comments:
Both are poking at me, Carol, much to think about. I love your idea of 'tiny pinpricks'-feels right.
I like this pairing of "main idea" poem, and autobiographical "detail" poem.
Both made me cringe with personal recognition.
This just leaves me without words:
"when soul pokes at heart"
So well said,
Cathy
I love how the contrast in the mothers' actions pull the guilt string--great images. Made me cringe with connection too.
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