This week's prompt 100 words of prose or poetry is "consent." This is my entry. For more, visit here and check out the comments.
A Blunder of Consent
When I withheld my consent,
I thought of you as someone
Who would understand, someone
Who saw me as I am, someone
Who knew that the picture I paint of my life
Doesn’t include the colors of too much, too soon.
That’s not the way I see myself.
When you assumed my consent,
You considered yourself first, as someone
Who sees only himself reflected in my eyes, someone
Who is the center of his own universe, someone
Who gets what he wants, when he wants it,
God’s gift to women:
That’s the way you see yourself.
We were both wrong.
Very insightful, and touching.
ReplyDeleteoh yes...and a bit chilling if a line was crossed...
ReplyDeleteSo true and tender...
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day,my friend!
You look BEAUTIFUL, then and NOW!
You are such a wonderful friend and MOTHER!
May this Mother's Day be one of the best with more to come in years!
YOU ROCK, MOMMY!
hugs
shakira
Thought-provoking and haunting.
ReplyDeleteTara, Shakira, Cheryl: Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBrian: With the assumption of consent, a line is always crossed. I guess the only question is which one.
Too much, too soon... like the sun, it can wilt a flower completely.
ReplyDeleteThe last line says it all, perfectly.
Too much, too soon. Oh, yes.
ReplyDeletewell,
ReplyDeleteeverything happens for a good reason,
even family members disagree.
you have sharp sense and your poem is powerful
and full of energy.
really like the turn at the end. Nice done my friend
ReplyDeleteand welcome to Jis Thursday Poet's Rally
mine is http://wp.me/pDORj-CW
beautiufl.. !
ReplyDeleteAh, the wily narcissist... nicely written!
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