Day: August 2, 2022

No Regrets

~ JezzieG

No Regrets
Flash Fiction
Form: Monologue
Prompt: Destructive Silence
Word limit: 300

You just couldn’t, more likely wouldn’t, understand how I am used to being alone. I am used to the silence and the emotional destruction of degradation. I am used to it, you cannot hurt me with it. You didn’t want to understand how accepting me is something that makes me strong. So you gave me the silent treatment.

The silent treatment with belittling looks of disgust. The silent treatment because it made you feel better than me. The silent treatment that will ultimately be your own destruction. And that would be my fault too – right?

You don’t get how I can refuse to acknowledge your resentment. That I won’t kowtow to your demands. And you just don’t get it I will never sacrifice me for you. So you glare at me in silence. Am I supposed to be hurt?

It’s what you want, isn’t it? Me to be hurt, to feel the pain of your hate for me. You just don’t understand that will never hurt me. I am glad you are silent, not saying ‘I love you’ when you really don’t.

You will never understand it was those words said in such falseness that hurt, and I will not tell you. I welcome the silent bliss of not having to hear it. You keep your silence as it destroys you with the burning agony you wanted to inflict on me. The destructive silence that erases you from my existence.

Silence, the reset button that shuts it all down to reboot the system with a fresh start. Silence, the cleansing and cure from unwanted viruses picked up on the way. Silence is the burn after the crash, and I welcome it as it welcomes me back home

Word Count:287

©JezzieGFarmer2022

Helen by Hilda Doolittle

~ JezzieG

Helen
1924

All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.

All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.

Greece sees, unmoved,
God’s daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses

Hilda Doolittle

Hilda Doolittle
Born: 10 September 1886, Pennsylvania, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 27 September 1961, Zurich, Switzerland

Doolittle was a novelist, poet, and memoirist associated with the early 20th-century avant-garde imagist poets, including Richard Aldington and Ezra Pound. Doolittle published under the pen name H.D. She grew up just outside Philadelphia, moving to London in 1911. Married once, Doolittle had several relationships with both men and women and was unapologetic about her sexuality. She became an icon for both the LGBT and feminist movements when her poems, plays, and essays reappeared in the 1970s and 1980s.

Sunflowers

~ JezzieG
Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888, Oil on canvas, National Gallery, London, UK

Sunflowers
Form: Casbairdne
Theme: Art
Subject: Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh

From seed steep the sun’s tower
Keep growing tall, sunflower
Rise tall in summer shower
Shine sun’s power

©JGFarmer2022

Looking Back

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

Looking Back
Form: Tritina

Countryside walks, warm in our woolly hats,
birds singing in the hedgerow, our music,
houses in the distance sparkle with lights.
Dad creating a fuss over fairy lights,
while we make paper chains and party hats,
and radios crackle with festive music.
Carol singing in the Square, to recorded music,
dancing into the night beneath winter lights,
and sharing a kiss neath mistletoe hats.
Old hats nod to choral music in church lights

©JezzieGFarmer2015

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