Fist

Fist

It was that night, as they lay choking in the stench of jasmine,
that he unmasked his rage. Their whole life, it seemed,
was a cipher that obscured his former truths.
Now he seemed socked in by this sudden swirling fog of memories
that suddenly parted, giving him access to his rage.

It was his mother, not her, he said later, that he had struck out at,
but in trying to confront his past,
he had obliterated any hope for their future.

Prompts for the day are unmask, rage, jasmine, cypher and sock.

19 thoughts on “Fist

  1. SAM VOELKER

    I hit like, not that I like the facts, but rather because you did a fine job of speaking of a horror happening behind closed doors and lives being ruined behind them. I have seen the results of this terror and it is so sad, especially when the strong are picking on the weak with no way to get away.

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      1. SAM VOELKER

        Likewise; I support a place here in the Austin area that does a great job of giving shelter and help to ladies who are victims of abuse. I have a few times offered my guest house (“the barn”) when one needs to be (in hiding), while legal action is being taken. My location is a good place to hide out and cell phones do not work here to give their location away. I only had one lady who did not respect the effort, but I did have one stay with a small child for a long time.

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  2. slmret

    So often rage is taken out on a person other than the true object of the rage. It is a sad fact, too, that a side consequence of the covid-19 shutdown has been an increase in spousal abuse. A great poem, illustrating the horror of such horror!

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      1. slmret

        We seem to have descended into a life in which there is little oral discussion — it all happens with the guns! I didn’t grow up that way — and don’t understand where it came from!

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Sam, who wrote the story about the teachers? I can’t find a name on it. I think you’e published it before or else I’ve read it elsewhere and yes, a very touching tale.

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      1. SAM VOELKER

        After your question, I did do more research and came up with it being originally written by Elizabeth Silance Ballard (now Elizabeth Ungar) The fact that this was never given in the several places where I have seen it posted trickled down to my making the same unfortunate error.
        MVC

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          Thanks, Sam. People have become so lax about attribution that I usually do the same when reblogging or reposting. I’m glad you are able to give this author her due!

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          1. SAM VOELKER

            Oh my, I never did go to her Facebook, but I did read that she was a devoted “church lady”. Well a widowed, retired, octogenarian, schoolmarm, Church Lady may have a few flaws somewhere,,,, Oh!, oh! forget I said that,,, but you can use all of those adjectives as prompts to write a poem, but add conservative, and Trump Base to it, because I do not plan to use it today. There is one book that she wrote that I was planning on reading because I thought: Hay that sounds like she has summed up Donald Trump, But now I think it may be her husband~! It might be worth the $ 4 to read it on Kindle.
            MARKHAM GILLESPIE
            Here is the review on it: Mr. A. Markham Gillespie was a most unique individual in that his self-image and his self-esteem were on equal terms with each other. He truly thought others believed him to be the superior person he believed himself to be. This fact would have come as a surprise to the townspeople, however, since A. Markham Gillespie was the most despised man in town. His first wife, Juliette, had been the love of his life. As for wives #2 and #3, the less said about them the better as far as he was concerned! It was his fourth wife, Kimberly, who accomplished what A. Markham had failed to accomplish. She was, perhaps, his real legacy to the citizens of Kohlgreitz.

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