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Noblesse Oblige Cocoon

multi-talented no misogynist
a tortured genius the world of empathy beneath understands
a punch provides his hit
and for madam
the placatory box of chocolates
his calibrated rebalance of the yin and yang
the usual dance..

ambassador you are spoiling us..

a seer a prophet an artist
her eye socket
so she fell down the stairs again..

i should have been more careful
she whispered
and the interviewer she nodded
he smiled
she's all fingers and thumbs..

he has an aura
the interviewer blushed
as he escorted her to the car
they exchanged phone numbers of course
his better half looking on from the window
then after a beat or so..
                                   she turned away..

you spying on me again
never mind
really 
just leave me in peace 
and before you ask
no we really don't need to talk about this
there is no
this
my patience is wearing thin..

as well we know 
another wise man once said
something about the the anger of a patient man..

a beat..
she gathered her courage
yes he barked
a..
it's your turn to make dinner..she said

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suki spangles

Tue 21st Feb 2017 16:27

Hi Col,

Thank you so much. Appreciated.

Suki

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Tue 21st Feb 2017 09:31

fine writing Suki - I come to this a little late but all the more better off for reading yours and David's comments. I very much like the way you have structured this. Cheers, Col.

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suki spangles

Tue 21st Feb 2017 01:18

Hi David,

This poem was in based, and part inspired by something an ex girlfriend told me about how, when she was younger, an abusive partner of hers used to buy her a box of chocolates or give her some cash as a way of saying "sorry".

Also, its about the way fear can hold people prisoner, because their self esteem becomes non existent, leaving them perpetually trapped. The danger of normalizing such behaviour, like you say, is often there. Luckily in her case, she left.

SS

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