he was being a complete and utter arsehole to you
repeatedly . . .
and you knew it while it was happening
yet after he dumps you
you find yourself heartbroken
unable to go on
tear track marks forming
tears flowing
trudging their way down cheeks
stinging
singing evening arias
on wet stained pillow cases
night after night
night after night
you sit there
penning melancholy poems and lyrics
of loss
of tragedy
to be played on raw catgut strings
so unfair
your thoughts bordering on madness at times
writing crazy stuff
not your style
your rage from helplessness
eating away at you
in half-starved intervals
alternated with sorrow . . .
you feel uneasy
crumble under the pen
crumple the words you’ve written
your face drawn and redrawn
sun shining
birds singing outdoors
a word of advice
instead of the image of he or she
imagine a dog’s arsehole
envision it in your mind
the wrinkles, the dot in the center
and you pining for it
night after night . . .
when you put it that way
it seems rather ridiculous
doesn’t it?
there are other fish in the sea
and you deserve a good one
by mary ann blinkhorn
Written for Three Word Wednesday at: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/08/3ww-cclxxxiv.html The three words: crumble, drawn, uneasy
mypenandme 
yup, been there done that
Ha!
For all the upset and emotion here I still can’t get the vision her pining for a dog’s arsehole out of my mind! Was that really a prompt word somewhere? For all that there will be many that will relate to the feelings expressed in this breakup.
Just to be clear, she’s pining for “him” who behaved liked an arsehole. Lol . . .
Great image! And i can take that and think of a dogs arsehole wherevr the human kind appear. Thank you, ha ha ha.
I’m delighted by your ha ha ha. That’s what I was aiming for. 🙂
with regard to your “disclaimer,” As a dogshark would say, the object of ones desire is equal to and obtainable by the ability to sniff out that which is projected into and within this great sea of desire…
-you are a wild one, Miss Blinkhorn!
Listen you . . . Ha! Check out Sohaiku’s comment for a smile.
Fabulous, Mary Ann! Great humor and wisdom in a great poem.
Cathy
I enjoyed writing it. Thanks so much! 🙂
Love can make us lose our minds, and color our world with gray and black…..So, dive into that multi-hued sea and see what you can catch…
Great comment! As for me, I’ll be diving into my screeningwriting workshop until the end of December. 🙂
been there and then come to a realization that i was better off.
Yup. It happens all the time.
A 3WW gem. Again. I enjoy your words. I’m tagging you. Can’t help it.
You’re da bomb. And tag, you’re it. http://2bnine.wordpress.com
Ooh. it’s the first time that anyone has ever tagged me. Okay . . . Done! 🙂
Love this idiosyncratic poem, and I love the intermittent bolding of certain words – very creative –
Thanks for your feedback. I’ve never done the bolding before. I’m glad that you liked it. 🙂
It’s terribly embarrassing thinking about what we do to ourselves in these situations. I draw the line at thinking of dog’s bums:)
Lol…
Hilarious and deep at the same time. How’d you do that?
I found an old six-line poem that I had written when I was much younger entitled, The Prize. It begins with, “I thought he was a prize, but instead he was an arsehole.” It made me laugh so hard. I had been so hurt over this guy’s bad behaviour. To eventually heal and write a poem like that held its own victory.
Just not worth it, is it? I think we’re all had “arseholes” like this in our past.
Indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
“imagine a dog’s arsehole”
wow…what a way of putting things in perspective.
really enjoyed.
Ha! Thanks.
I nice mixture of serendipidity, cupidity and crudity.
Thanks, Ken. This is a rare piece for me. I’m rarely crude in my writing. I had fun writing it though. It made me laugh. I appreciate your visit. Thanks for stopping by.
There can’t be many writers who can fit a dog’s arse into a poem about love, loss and pining.
Ha! That’s funny.
This looks like automatic writing and it shows a lot of yourself and your creativity. Nice whatever you call it!!
Thank you, Boobuloo. I do count sylllables and create rhymes, but generally I save that for songwriting.
Wonderful! Loved the progression of emotions/thoughts/healing through poetry!
Thanks very much. 🙂