Out of a Crowd
I wouldn’t choose you today if I had to.
Out of a crowd, or all alone.
this makes me want to die
Maybe only to save you from some something.
Not for the old, not for the new if I had to.
this teaches me to lie
It’s sad and it’s true.
Good for a chronicle or two.
but only to get by
Because there’s not much else to do.
no more asking why
With you.
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Posted by Bill Friday
on January 30, 2012. Filed under Columns, Creative, Friday On Friday, Poetry.
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Must remove ‘bloody awful poet’…It doesn’t compute.
Oew!!! I know this feeling all to well! What?!!! Not a poet?! I’m with Katy..it doesn’t compute! Fantastic duality!…(My favorite). The choices we make are nothing in comparison to the reasons why we make them. Wowzers..it must be a night for uncovered secrets! Exciting. I’m intrigued Bill. I love this!! More..More…More (orgasmic-ally of course..(wink, wink..is that enough motivation?)
Complaint here: ‘bloody awful poet’ is clearly false advertising! I call for a ruling! Bill, I like the two-poem device you’ve used; never saw that before. But, “I wouldn’t choose you today if I had to.” is one of the saddest lines I’ve read in a long time, probably because, like Mantra, I know the feeling.
You’re about to have a riot on your hands if you don’t change your “bloody awful poet” line. I don’t want to say I told you so, but…
There are so many great elements to your writing, but my favorite is your ability to capture real human emotion. You’re not afraid to grab the knife and twist it a bit, and that takes serious guts.
Keep up with the poetry because I want a printed (and signed) collection by the end of the year.
Love this. Love you. End of story.
OK Bill, I have to go with the crowd here. I understand being modest but I think you are all about being a poet. Digging down and grabbing what’s inside and putting it on paper. You have an amazing way of expressing yourself.
I disagree. Bill IS a bloody awful poet.
In all seriousness, wonderful poem…and sad. I’d choose you out of a crowd, Bill. For what, I don’t know — but I’d choose you!
Since we all recognize that you are a brilliant poet, it is time through consensus, that you remove that line. With just a few words, you capture emotional wrestling like a pro. Therefore, we hereby put you in (a delicate) choke-hold and demand you remove “bloody awful!”