Undone

Latter Day Sinner

(I never claimed to be a saint)

Charity Cash

Location: Alabama,
Birthday: July 18

Bio: Mother/Leader/Herder and Main Cheerleader of a truly diversified brood. My daughter is Creek/Choctaw/African-American/White/...One son is Cherokee/Choctaw/White, and the youngest son, though blond(?) is like me: Choctaw/White, with a little bit of Black Irish thrown in for seasoning. I love them all, colorful as they are. That's not counting the Pitbull and the German Shepherd - I swear, they're smarter than my kids.

MY RECENT POSTS

Open Call - Raise Your Voices and Denounce an Injustice
March 17, 2010 01:21PM
And Justice for All - In the Spirit of Crazy Horse
March 16, 2010 09:35AM
Inspired by Others, I Decide to be Brave
February 27, 2010 09:09PM
Top Secret & Confidential: Dear Me
February 26, 2010 11:01PM
A Thousand Apologies, and a Thousand More
February 26, 2010 09:07AM

MY RECENT COMMENTS

“I write not so that I won't be afraid, but so that I won't be so filled with rage…”
March 18, 2010 08:24AM
“Thursday morning bump....Good Morning, OS!”
March 18, 2010 08:13AM
“Thursday morning bump. Good Morning, OS!”
March 18, 2010 08:12AM
“Well, we made the right hand side of the feed for a few minutes anyway. Thanks t…”
March 18, 2010 02:04AM
“I'm humbled by the response and the out-pouring of love y'all have shown. Let's ke…”
March 18, 2010 01:38AM

Charity Cash's Links

Essays, Musings, and Other Assorted Nonsense: And Justice for All - In the Spirit of Crazy Horse; Inspired by Others, I Decide to be Brave; Top Secret & Confidential: Dear Me; A 1000 Apologies, & 1000 More; Oh, Those Wacky Birther Kids; Make New Friends, but Keep the Old; Of Mice and Men; When Does School Start Again?; Dear Daddy; Raw Adventure; Sympathy Food; Butt Stick Stupid Elitest; Then I Went North; I Went South; We're All Just Pagans at Heart; Will I Dream of Her?; Hot Girls Take Karate; I Miss Him
Poetry: Father; Undone; Dirty Not-Quite-Haiku; Gospel; One of Us
Time Wasters: Dark Roasted Blend; Mental Floss; Neatorama

« Back to Posts

MAY 22, 2009 8:07PM

Rate: 9 Flag

maybe I could

take it back

undial the number

unsay the words

unsew the seam

I wouldn't see

the man behind the curtain

the strings on the puppet

the mark on the cards

the you who isn't

and never was.

icarus

photo by peter van allen

Author tags:

poem, poetry, sadness, relationships, i'm so over it

Your tags:

TIP:

Enter the amount, and click "Tip" to submit!

Comments

Post a comment

It seemed appropriate for a sad day.

Charity Cash

May 22, 2009 08:14 PM

it is certainly sad.

"and never was"

Whew - nice.

D Art

May 22, 2009 08:16 PM

I'm sorry.

wakingupslowly

May 22, 2009 08:34 PM

Those moments of realization are invariably miserable, aren't they...And then you have to learn to trust again.

Wordsmith

May 22, 2009 09:00 PM

Hopefully this is not a reflection of something going on in your life. it is beautifully composed but powerful and heady stuff.

Harp

May 22, 2009 10:19 PM

That's tight - so much in so few words.

Owl_Says_Who

May 22, 2009 11:23 PM

Excellent poem, revealing without revealing too much. Even scarier is the fact that most of us never see ourselves, either. As Bobbie Burns put it, "wad the gifte the giftie gie us ta see ourselves as others see us".

Tom Cordle

May 22, 2009 11:35 PM

It's appropriate for a month of sad days.

Thank you. :rose:

"Hello," she lied

May 22, 2009 11:36 PM

great!!!!!!

Kathy Knechtges

May 23, 2009 12:08 AM

Duane ~ Thank you.

Waking ~ Thank you, but it's all good. It was a long time ago, and far, far away, yannow?

Wordsmith ~ Yes. It's very hard to learn that particular skill again.

Harp ~ Thank you. No, nothing that's going on currently, thank goodness, although when it was written...yes.

Owl ~ Thank you.

Tom ~ my thanks, especially for the Burns reference.

Hello ~ you're a constant friend.

Kathy ~ thank you.

Charity Cash

May 23, 2009 09:48 AM

Reread.

"Hello," she lied

May 29, 2009 01:15 PM

This was worth another read.

"Hello," she lied

June 07, 2009 09:40 PM