Double Betrayal
Her thoughts in parting were most candid,
her emotions, clearly branded
on her face. They reprimanded
him for how he cruelly stranded
her within their love affair—
how he left her standing there
alone, heartbroken, vulnerable.
How he’d burst her true love’s bubble.
Thus was her earlier promise broken
before a single word was spoken
when she met them, face to face,
engaged in intimate embrace—
that one who was to be her mister
with her faithless younger sister.
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The ultimate betrayal
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Ouch!
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Abysmal behavior, rewarded accordingly. I loved how you began the poem with emotions flaring and unveiled the reason for them only at the end, setting up the shock of the double betrayal perfectly.
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Thanks, Dora. Always happy to hear what works…Generous of you to let me know your reaction.
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My pleasure!
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Whoa, felt that double whammy at the end…wonderful rhyming and word-smithing, Judy!
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Thanks. I appreciate your appreciation. xo
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The worst betrayal of all is the double betrayal. If this is based on a true experience, you have my sympathy, Judy. I had a friend who loved to casually steal guys I had crushes on, only to discard them without a thought. That’s nothing compared to this.
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Not a true story… an imagined one, Lisa. How long did you go on considering this girl as a friend? Although I’m wondering if she knew you had crushes on them?
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A LONG TIME. She definitely knew. We were best friends. Men were drawn to her like a moth to the flame, so not really her fault, but she never discouraged them either. Lots of bumps along the way but also many good times.
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“But she never discouraged them either” tells it all…
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Oh…leading up to that ending……..
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;o)
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For cases like that, every woman should have a heavy cast-iron frying pan easily accessible.
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Ha.. Sage advice.
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You see, we had huge heavy rolling pins that would serve the purpose, if needed, but American rolling pins are different shape and lightweight. My grandmother called her rolling pin (katchalkeh in Yiddish) a peacemaker in the family, although she never had to use it for that.
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I guess the threat of it was enough.
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Yep
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I love the different rhyming patterns in this, and that twist at the end.
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Thanks, Sara..
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