Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Week 12 Theme

He walks like his cock hangs to the floor and an attitude to match. Its a shame he's so good looking because it makes him think he can get whatever he wants. A wink, a compliment and women fall over themselves to please him. He exhibits rakish qualities that are hard to fault the poor, weak women who become his conquests. He exudes seduction and pleasure like he was born in the foam with Aphrodite. Like all rakes he has a past that has formed his warped opinions on women.

He'd be an ideal package if not for his insatiable taste for a variety of women. He has the drive to succeed in whatever he wishes to accomplish. He's built himself from nothing to achieve all he currently hold dears. A young boy raised by a woman addicted to drugs and bad choices. Its a miracle his only problem is his emotional distance. Life never came easy for him, but he makes it work.

It's been said he's calmed down. Found himself love and made the leap to propose. A beautiful, naive girl with her rose colored glasses. Yes, a reformed rake makes the best husbands, but only if they're reformed. Its difficult to think that a man who spent his entire relationship with her having his fill of others on the side can just wake up one morning and decided he's only hungry for her. Tastes and hunger like his don't just go away over night. Temptation must be lurking. That is the true test for the reformed. To no longer find want or hunger in those who twisted your sheets. It's all in how he answers the siren's call.

#2 She is a woman full grown.

Being mom is all she knows.

Life is getting tired.

She needs to be inspired.

Her kids are growing too fast.

So afraid her marriage won't last.

Trying to stay so strong,

But it always goes wrong.

Fate must have something.

It can't leave her with nothing.

She's tired of surviving.

Her world needs reviving.

1 comment:

johngoldfine said...

Spanglish--please, no rhymin.' Fingernails on a blackboard.

The first one...I don't know what I'd think if I'd come to it cold, but in fact, having read some of your recent pieces, I get a very strong sense of a woman hovering in the background, a not-so-happy woman. The first sentence kind of makes that point very loudly.

This week the writer walks the tightrope between not being in the piece at all and being in the piece (but just not saying 'I' all the way through.) I'd guess you tip to the second possibility but certainly not too much so.