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Sunday, October 18, 2015

Magpie Tales

Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing, No. 8


Trying to make sense
Of all the dissonance
Is maddening
To say the least
You reached into me
Leaving me bleeding
Gleefully you tore at me
Then danced around flinging me
About with wild abandon
There I was wounded deep
You looked back at me
As if half asleep
Slow wicked grin
As you walked away
Leaving me again
And again
And again
Leaving me to pick up
All of my pieces
And again
Leaving me to make sense
Of this madness

Chris McQueeney ©2015

Penned in responce to a prompt from Tess over at The Mag


Berowne said...

Sharp and skillfull; well done.

Rosey Pinkerton said...

'Leaving me again' - hopefully never to return. What a tortured soul.

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kaykuala said...

Leaving me to make sense
Of this madness

It is so unsettling to say the least! The mind is all disturbed. It is most unfortunate that this sort of situation can happen. Great lines!


Marion said...

Whoa! Best write yet on this chaotic Jackson Pollock painting!! Two thumbs up!!! xo

Other Mary said...

You have described the essence of a destrucitve relationship (with a person or other addiction) with vivid, visceral detail. And, I guess you know it doesn't stop unless you make it stop. Good one, my friend.

Wander said...

Thank you!

Wander said...

Thank you

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Thank you!

Wander said...

Fictional in nature was started more litteral but as I wrote it became more figurative...a fun write!

Carol Campbell said...


brudberg said...

There is an obsession in the painting.. and maybe that's what signifies that leaving and leaving again.

Tess Kincaid said...

The repetition makes an excellent point...

Ankita said...

repetition gave a different flavor o this amazing poem :)

Theresa Milstein said...

Perfect word for this prompt: dissonance.