Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, August 2, 2015


image by Banksy
I finally got you out of my life
Now stop trespassing in my mind!
You trample through my thoughts
like some pesky kid
who cuts through the neighbor's yard
back and forth from school every day
No matter how many times
I chase you away
You always come back
and always with
that stupid smirk!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus


Fireblossom said...

And aren't you glad? ;-)

Sumana Roy said...

let go is truly hard...sigh..

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ha! This is a most apt comparison.

Magaly Guerrero said...

"...that damn smirk" is what get us every time, isn't it? ♥

grapeling said...

get off my lawn!! ~

Other Mary said...

Ooh yeah...don't ya just hate that? Love your verse though!

Grace said...

The one in the mind is pretty hard to let go ~ That stupid smirk gets me too ~

ZQ said...

Oh boy! Ya, from any arrogant gender... Well expressed.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah yes, that's the hard bit!

Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

oh yes, that 'smirk'. it's used in political debates as a defensive facial mannerism when unable to defend one's position; or in relationships, etc. one must not react to a 'smirk because that is it's intention.

Unknown said...

Love the attitude in this poem! Well penned :D

Susie Clevenger said...

It is so frustrating to think you have let go of pesky thought to only have them trespass again.