The repetitious,
controlling drone
is too much to bear
as her mind swirls
in a dance of confusion.
The words he utters
are used to undermine
and divide. Selfishness
has replaced affection.
His queen, now a belittled
mannequin, a victim
of his malicious sport.
Come join us at dVerse Poets as Bjorn introduces a new prompt today entitled Quadrille. We will write an entire poem using exactly 44 words. Further instructions are here: http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/18/quadrille-1/
Posted by Bodhirose on January 18, 2016
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/mannequin/
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thefeatheredsleep
/ January 18, 2016Excellent writing
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Bodhirose
/ January 20, 2016Thank you so much, I appreciate that.
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thefeatheredsleep
/ January 20, 2016You are a very talented writer♡♡♡
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Anonymous
/ January 18, 2016Wow! Great. I love it when a normal view of something is transformed. It makes me think.
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016Well, thank you!
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Glenn Buttkus
/ January 18, 2016He does not make a decent dance partner, let alone lover or mate. A man like that deserves a blow-up doll, not a flesh & bone real woman.
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016How right you are, Glenn! Your comment made me smile…
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Mary
/ January 18, 2016That dance of confusion is the worst kind of dance. He sounds like a beast!
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Mary
/ January 18, 2016(One thing though -Bjorn asked that the word be used as a verb with an object….it is a noun here. Feel free to delete this comment.)
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016He is a beast, Mary. My intention was that ‘dance’ was being used as a verb here. Would the object be ‘confusion?’ Or maybe I’m completely confused which surely could be the case. :~) Help! I was using as my guideline the third example Bjorn gave us: “The dog danced itself to madness.”
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lillian
/ January 18, 2016Stepford Wives revisited. Here’s to her finding independence and dancing a solo….rather than a pas de deux with him pulling the strings!
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016Right! Solo is better than doing this dance with any other person.
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Grace
/ January 18, 2016She needs to get away from this controlling drone ~ That last line is a dramatic close ~
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016Yes, she does. It’s gone too far already. Thanks, Grace.
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Waltermarks
/ January 18, 2016it’s only right to lead someone where they can complement your moves. So I guess the only option would be to remind him of his lack. Good thoughts to ponder
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016How about the option of leaving the relationship? That would be my choice.
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Mary
/ January 18, 2016Forget my comment, Gayle. Seems very few are using ‘dance’ with an object.
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016I’m sorry that most of us are failing at following the correct guidelines, Mary.
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whimsygizmo
/ January 18, 2016Sad, indeed.
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016I know.
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writersdream9
/ January 18, 2016That sounds like a dance of dread. Very powerful images.
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016So true it is a dance of dread.
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ghostmmnc
/ January 18, 2016Ugh, what a despicable partner she has. He thinks of his treatment of her as sport? … Very good poem that bring up disturbing images. Thank you, Grace. 🙂
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ghostmmnc
/ January 18, 2016So sorry… Gayle!
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016There are some really sick people out there, sad to say.
No problem! It happens to us all. :~)
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C.C.
/ January 18, 2016The dance of confusion….blech…it makes the room spin, and not in a good way 😛
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Bodhirose
/ January 18, 2016How right you are, C.C. :~)
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katiemiafrederick
/ January 18, 2016SpiRaLinG DanCinG
dArk and liGht
grace and beauty
chaos and ugly
dancing human
SonG.. dancing
life aLL liGht
dArk..
dancing UniVerse
Dancing all the
objects dancing
ALL..
now
day and night
Dancing just dancing…
dArk then light SinGinG
inspiRing dancing
more.. InfiNity
n0w.. Dancing…
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kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
/ January 18, 2016What a shame! One can make a quick exit without giving any reasons surely!
Hank
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Kathy Reed
/ January 18, 2016One doesn’t know the other’s behavior when under stress…or no guarantee he is authentic..thoughtful poem. Love the new face of your blog. 😉
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
/ January 19, 2016Ah..though you didn’t quite use dance in the right way you have created a chilling poem… You could have used danced into confusion… Truly I really liked how you used it,
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Truedessa
/ January 19, 2016I think someone needs to dance herself right out of there and be free…then no more controlling freak…:(
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Bryan Ens
/ January 19, 2016It’s a sad thing when abuse wears the mask of love.
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amplewoman
/ January 19, 2016What a reminder to not fall for the fake lavishness of life. I will be sharing with a special friend. Thank you.
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kanzensakura
/ January 19, 2016I like this take on the prompt and the way you used dance. And so many women think this is how it is supposed to be or all they deserve. Very sad, but excellent poem.
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booguloo
/ January 19, 2016I once was on the other side one time… being the good guy often works against us too.
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Lorna's Voice
/ January 20, 2016Are you writing about my failed marriage again? 😉
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Carol J Forrester
/ January 20, 2016I love the last three lines of this poem.
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mishunderstood
/ January 20, 2016A very powerful piece.The word that really hit me was “sport”. I believe it can be just that for some emotionally underdeveloped souls.
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vbholmes
/ January 25, 2016Mental and emotional abuse can have equal or worse effects as physical abuse–it can be overt or so subtle the victim doesn’t even know she/he is being victimized. Good portrayal.
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Bodhirose
/ January 25, 2016You’re so right…and, thank you, VB.
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