I remember he wanted to marry meenclosed spaces shared tiniest of details
How I suddenly became the girl of "we."
that was years ago. End of a tragic tale.
Even a ring was placed on my finger as
a reminder for a day to with no pizzaz
somewhere absent church bells ring old, turn and chime
Something new, now blue. He said he would be mine.
-b.r.rivera
A Rispetto.
#30in30
Poem 10 of 30, April 2012
If this is someone's true story...I'm sorry. That person may not need my apathy, but they now have it.
ReplyDeleteA failed engagement? Been there, done that, got a postcard. But there is an upside to this story: I am now married and have a nice little family. I like that. Sometimes someone has to move out of your way to make room for the fate you have in your life.
DeleteNot only was this a great poem...I learned something, as well. Thank you for explaining the format!
ReplyDeleteI like the rhythm in this entry and through it you have inspired me to read more about the form, Rispetto. There has to be some sadness to the tale and I think you've achieved that tone.
ReplyDeleteThe link to the rispetto is a G+ post. I often write about poetry forms, styles, and devices.
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