Dear Body mine—
Sad to say, I feel betrayed.
To be fair, I don’t mind loss
Of beauty—though I was a
Head-snapper, many said so…
No, my issue’s not that shallow.
What have you done with my
Memory?Ā Did you take it as
A trophy?Ā Don’t say I misplaced
It—don’t you dare go there!
Buying post-it notes will bankrupt
Me…not that you care.
Worst part is what you chose
To steal—why not trunk full
Of dark-scarred recollections?
Try those on for size!
It’s the small, crucial bits I need
Every day…but can’t locate
Without stressed distress:
Passwords, appointment dates…
Phrase I spoke a moment ago?
It’s gone…but you can’t relate.
Once, I prided myself on vast
Vocab, penned and articulate…
Now I cast about, constantly
Reach for scraps of thoughts
I wish to express…
I gave up looks, strength; I own
Those choices…vision’s
Slipping, I’ll adjust I guess.
But you’ve robbed the best and
That’s a fact—I’d never sign
Your crazy contract…you’ve no
Idea, can’t conceive harsh impact.
Be off with you, then!
On my first love, I’ll depend—
Imagination’s truest…still
Most loyal friend.
Ā©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.
Exploring the poetic genre: “Verse Epistle” (Come taste the feeling)