Poem: A Word of Caution

Okay. This is another of those random bits of shower creativity. It’s…not quite my usual, but… *shrug*

A Word of Caution (by me)

You do not want to read this poem.

It’s too full of rage
or sorrow. Visceral
in a way that that reaches into you
and plucks at a moment you’d rather forget.

Someone got out
a clean sheet of paper
opened a window
emptied themselves onto the page
and placed it all behind a link
     to shield you
from that 4am
just-woke-from-a-nightmare feeling.

You know the one

clammy, vaguely nauseated, and dreading sleep.
So you go down to the kitchen
for a cup of tea
or something stronger
and sit there in the dark
cup held loosely in your fingers
until the feeling passes.

Better not to look at it.
Leave the moment unexamined.

You do not
to read this poem.

6 Responses to “Poem: A Word of Caution”

  1. Emma Says:

    I think this is very, very good. Don’t you?

  2. angel Says:

    I like it, but then I may be biased. I really need to get one of those tablets for writing in the shower.

  3. Susan Helene Gottfried Says:

    I love this, babe. It could fit in with most of my own fictional characters.

  4. angel Says:

    Thanks, Susan. :) You see why I’m so fond of the Roadie Poet?

  5. Debbie Says:


    I have read a LOT of poetry for pleasure and for education.
    I have written a LOT of poetry out of compulsion.
    So please believe me when I tell you…


    Wow. Not saying that because I’m your friend. Saying that because it gave me chills and transported me and made me feel things I didn’t want to and I had to all at the same time. You should try to sell this. Seriously.

  6. angel Says:

    Thanks, Deb. I blame you for the next poem. I hope that it gives you a giggle. (And I’ll look into it. The selling thing, that is.)

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