I’d like to share another poem – one that I’d written in November 2009. At that time, it had been over a year since I’d broken up with the ex in question in this poem. I wrote this piece as an exercise for a poetry workshop.
“To a Lover that, Well, Missed”
By Teresa Edmond
Nov. 8, 2009Brawn fills that Blue Dress uniform,
His crew cut sprinkled with gray.
The uniform covers that scaly worm
A whiner when not getting his way.His bicep is tattooed, and see
That eagle, that globe, that anchor.
Better fitting for him would be
That black, twisted cross of rancor.His philanthropy – just a myth.
His sympathy runs through a sieve.
Welcomes anything he hates with,
“You don’t love it here – just leave!”His love for this nation is locked,
Though his deployment was on hold.
But how could he fight in Iraq
When he cries while battling a cold?Prospects were ill-begotten when
With his handsome strength, he has wooed.
Those two months were just folly, then
Spit him out, like tobacco chewed.