The theme offered this week at Poetry Thursday is words we love/hate. I'm not sure about hating this word, but I know I have difficulty with it, so the poem I'm sharing this week is one about a word - END - which is included in the poem. I wrote it the day it finally became clear that my marriage was, indeed, over.
This is the bone of a word,
the knuckle, the marrow,
the bare white hardness of it:
This is the word I dare not speak
for fear of the flesh it might take on,
the way it might start to shamble
through my life:
This is the word I have feared,
though it has been rotting
under the floorboards of my life,
putrefying for years,
making me take the shallowest breaths,
the tiniest sips of air.
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