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Whipped (With Preface) (Haiku) by OneFingerAnswer She hadn't lost anything
So why does she cry?
She asked for the end
He protested
She insisted
He gave in
She broke down
Suddenly he, having lost all, was comforting her
She, having thrown out his three months of work, was being hugged
He had served her hand and foot; why not one last time?
She got what she wanted; did this not prove it?
How can he still be snapped around when she has let the lead slip?
Seemingly better now, with a few sobs for good show, she leaves
All the men bow their heads, ashamed of what one of their bretheren has
done
All the women stare her down, jealousy and anger mixed over the waste of
such a man
She stares back, she can see the jealousy
A pause...
She turns back and walks back to the table
A slight whisper in his ear; "I made a mistake; come back."
Not a question but an order
... and he does.
Now she again leaves; this time he is one step behind her.
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If you love something,
Let it let you go. If it
Returns, it owns you.
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Posted: April 19, 2003 3:50 PM PDT; Last modified: April 19, 2003 8:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.6662316 Overall Rank: 12243 Comments:
aptly titled. i think the preface detracts from the haiku; the title alone with the poem would suffice.
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He had served her ha(n)d and foot; why not one last time?"
"propve" is a romanian liquor mad out of walnuts.
Could I dare ask... Is this the sequel to harrison ford's witness? because this poem takes me to amish land like a time machine. A cow udder time machine.
As for love? well, love is an 'action' used to describe, define and structure a specific environment + circumstance + changing of awareness - What they told you it was . that which can not be held or kept only temporarily shared divided by (our grasp of time, which unfortunately is a constantly changing variable). It also serves for a great foundation to breed upon since normally before one experiences love they tend to be immature, selfish, needy, basically all over the adolescent map. here is a fact. Your love for another, for God, or yourself, are all risks undertaken by those who have succesully climbed that mountain of thought to reach that notion in order to jump in the first place. Which order one obtains those three in, in life, is what's critical however, and often confusing, hopeless, and fatal.
As for the movie reference, haven't seen it. Amish? I don't get it.
Love, my friend, is something very personal. It can be a positive thing like for one of my friends, a negitive one like for another (the one in this poem), or a mixture of both as it has been for me. I don't think it's a specific environment or circumstance at all. As for using it as a breeding ground, I think not. Love for the child certianly helps but romantic love is often a temporary thing. Not something to be relied on and definatly not something to base another human's life on.