Rabbit

[red_love_death]

A good friend of mine told me on New Years just gone that her parents were getting a divorce. I didn't know what to say to her so I wrote her this poem. Hey Jess, hope the rest of the year turns out better than the start of it


Speak of the inevitable,
speak of it with thin eyes and flat mouth,
like nothing will change.
Already accepted have we,
the truth and the shortcomings,
another death in modern love?

You're a rabbit caught in the headlights,
frozen and heart pounding underneath.
You still have choices so don't freeze forever;
the car is still coming.

I feel sorry for you and I know I shouldn't,
these things happen all the time.
But I know I couldn't split myself in two,
and I wonder how it's coloured you,
and the thought makes me feel again,
little pieces at a time.

[whispertwist]

It is difficult to evaluate the literary worth of words written to comfort a friend; their meaning transcends wordsmithing.

However, your first stanza is wonderful. It contains a beautifully crafted line:

speak of it with thin eyes and flat mouth

I love this. I want to write like this.

The last stanza is full of meaning for your friend and is obviously heartfelt, though it works less well as poetry for someone not involved in the situation. But you fulfilled your purpose in writing it, so kudos to you.