Songless
One Last Note~ A Nonet on a Break Up~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)Published about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Daniel Cooke on Unsplash
Reaching for the phone to call for help
Eight in the morning, beer in hand
You grabbed my arm, pushed me down
Thrust my skull to the floor
I escaped quickly
My eyes felt light
Dawn's window
Bird's sang
Free.
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social


Comments (17)
that line "my eyes felt light" and all of the meanings behind it- this is an incredible poem and so powerful.
This powerful piece captures a moment of intense vulnerability and liberation with stark imagery and raw emotion, evoking a sense of strength and resilience, love it, thank you very much for sharing!
Oh my..that was powerful. Excellent work.
I thought they got killed at first! Glad they got away
Thank goodness! I am glad this poem had such a nice ending. Good luck in the challenge!
Oh my goodness. That turned from hell to heaven so smoothly! Love it!
Well that was unexpected... Nicely done Rock!
I love that the absence of pronouns in your poem shows that abuse goes both ways. Men can abuse women and vice versa. Loved it!
Sometimes a break up is a lot like making a run for your life! Terrifying poem, Rock! Great work!
Scary scene and you did very well at writing it.
You captured such an intense scene in this! Very well done!
Incredibly powerful poem here, Rock. The opening is so intense and the ending so calm. I loved the contrast!
I appreciated the way you made this feel like heart beats or gun shots or both, just hammering the story into me. Bravo, well done, my friend :)
Everything about this is stunning. The brute physicality of the opening lines in contrast with the almost ethereal release of the second half. That powerful last word, connecting so meaningfully with the first line seeking escape. The bookend images that frame the essence of the story. You take something so ugly and transform it into a work of beauty.
Heartfelt.
Terrible scene rendered beautifully.
I hope you are free and hear real birds sing , my two recent poems were about birds. Excellent entry