Monday, July 23, 2012

Beaten Not Stirred

If you leave without word or
Reason and believe
It's a kinder way to part
There may be an organ in your chest
But it will never be a heart

Written for the prompt of "Betrayal" at Poetic Bloomings   --Note: I looked up the etymology of the word "betray" (was considering riffing on being a tray)--it's (be-tradere) "be-traitor"  Then I got to wondering about "portray"  different tra-latin ending "trahere"..meaning "to draw"  tray interesting?

And shared on Open Link Night with at dversepoets.com  Great party y'all!  :-)

17 comments:

  1. dang...love the rather barb in your words there in the end...it might just be better never to know why...

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    1. That element of mystery is always beguiling. Fortunately an event long past and not with my main squeeze ;-)

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    1. Hi! Thank you for visiting--appreciate your kind words also. Looking forward to reading more of your poems--I'm a sucker for a lovely refrain...

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  3. Tight piece, succinct and accurate. Very poetic - like the etymology on betray as well. Thank you for coming by my place too! Nice reading you!

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    1. Hi! Glad to find another word lover :-) Really appreciate the visit and the great compliment--Thank you!

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  4. yep..there's a big difference between those that have a heart and those that have really a heart..i like

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  5. Excellent poem! I certainly think that represents betrayal. Goodbyes are important.

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  6. Compact with a twist...love it :-)

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  7. Compact with a twist...love it :-)

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  8. Sara, so true. There are those that don't know what having a heart is.

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    1. Yes indeed. Thank you so much for stopping by.:-)

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  10. You said so much in such few words. Good job!

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    1. Thank you Mad! Always nice to see you here.

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  11. Oooh, you nailed this one, Sara. So many seem to lack hearts, lack compassion - hell, even simple decency. Usually it's because they are scared of the other's reaction, fearful of their own self-worth.

    OMG, am I in therapy or what?! Anyway, this short poem speaks volumes... Amy

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Your words are wonderful! Thanks for popping in--I'll be over in a snap!