Wrong Method

Wrong Method 

 He throws a brash word
To touch her wings of mind,
She tosses it away like rind,
He laughs at her,
She scorns,

He tramples amok in her garden
Of her brainchild,
She deletes his image beguiled,
He is the vanished word
In the page of life.

Wishes him for better luck
Where angels’ tear drops
Bloom for him to pluck.

*A man in my town used to suggest I divorce and marry him.
He is brash and scornful about me being a writer. I rejected
him, of course. And I wished him for better luck with other
woman who is angel-like for him. To curve what sounds
a harsh part, I added some fun rhymes to the poem.

©Byung A. Fallgren

 

10 thoughts on “Wrong Method

  1. Thanks for your honesty. Here’s a tip for you to help understand the poem: a man in my town used to suggest I divorce and marry him. He was brash, even scornful
    about me being a writer. I rejected him,
    of course. But wished him for better luck
    with other woman who is angel-like for this man. Is this helpful? As for my style of lining for this poem, I did well. To curve the what seems to be harsh parting, I added some rhymes as well. Hope you’ve
    noticed them. 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ‘To curve what sounds a harsh part…’
    This is poetry in itself. How I love this poem and the story behind it. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    ‘He is the vanished word
    In the page of life.’

    Sublime❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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