Our hearts, snatch moments
filled with remorse, vehement
in truths. open
sesame seeds sown
willy nilly in back yard hovels –
dining on scraps
while junkyard dogs
howl.
Our time, spent
gorging on coronary
disbelief, tethered.
strings like chains,
embedded injustice;
cross over
invisible lines,
separated by fools.
Our past, mirrored
back and forth. etched
early Victorian details
beautifully inscribed.
a time of certainty
in knowing places. my
fractious splinters
render.
Our life, stapled
to tea-chests in storage
cubby holes. cramped
piled high walls
lived in once, now
embroidered in newspaper
cuttings – yesterday’s
old news.
Ours, together
demoralised. sucked dry.
used but(t)s,
in overflowing
ashtrays; crutches
stubbed into cajoled corners.
ashes to dust
till death do us part.
© Copyright 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
Thank you Sachin! I particularly like how the poem itself physically resembles the back and forth, to and fro, Similar to the movement of relationships as they evolve. Jx
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Amazing ;))
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Your present experiences are certainly drawing the best from you, J. I loved this tragic poem.
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Cheers Pen. I seem to have a tad of poetry writer’s block at the moment though. Feel a bit weird about airing my trauma’s up on my blog…as it all seems very bleak, sad and tragic…so I must also try and balance my blog with other stuff. Jake does it as well, which is encourageing. Love to you Pen. Jx
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