[stylist] the icing on the cake

[Lynda Lambert]

Justin, go ahead and just write a poem!

Lynda Lambert
104 River Road
Ellwood City, PA 16117

724 758 4979

My Blog:  http://www.walkingbyinnervision.blogspot.com
My Website:  http://lyndalambert.com






----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Justin.Williams2" <justin.williams2 at gmail.com>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Wednesday, May 23, 2012 8:42 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] the icing on the cake


> While, that is amazing.  I am impressed.  Thanks for sharing.  It makes me
> want to write a poem.
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
> Behalf Of Andi
> Sent: Wednesday, May 23, 2012 8:17 PM
> To: 'Writer's Division Mailing List'
> Subject: [stylist] the iceing on the cake
>
> I have decided to submit a poem to the list.  When you read it please keep
> in mind I am normally a positive person but this poem was me venting. 
> Also
> the words spelt wrong are not wrong in the context of this poem, I mean 
> the
> words the way they are written.  Another thing to consider is the fact 
> that
> my poems are free flow, I do not know how to write and rewrite and revise
> poetry the way I do with stories.  I wish I could because I could save a 
> lot
> more of my poems but my poems always lose their creativity when I try to
> revise them.  So the only editing I do is spelling and punctuation
> placement.  I realize that this means my poems will always be amateur and
> rough but if I do it any other way I end up having to pitch it.  When I
> write stories I revise them over and over and over again but my poems just
> are.
> I will attach it and paste it in to the body of the email so everyone can
> read it however they want.
>
>
> The iceing on the cake
>
>
> He bakes a cake to fool us all,
> With sweet sugar to hide the bitter taste, With flower to soften the hard
> certainty, And candy pieces to distract from our missing parts.
> He measures, pours, and stirs,
> He mixes and folds,
> We don't even remember the poison that "spilled,"
> In to the batter
> is so smooth,
> And it smells so good.
> Yes he baked us a cake,
> He spoon-fed us a taste,
> Hear and Their,
> When we understood his plot,
> He'd let the sugar mask intentions,
> Let our eyes fill with joy,
> Let our minds wonder,
> Were we wrong?
> Does he care?
> Maybe we misjudged him again?
> Or maybe he changed.
> We would smile and wave,
> Play his little game,
> Make him look good while he assembled his cake.
> We peer through layers of deceit of desert, At ourselves in the glass and
> what do we see?
> We were just the ends to his means.
> We sort through our confection battered lives, For some shred of truth, 
> Some
> bit of love, Some core of sincerity, Some, Some, Some anything, But we 
> were
> all fools, Wanting to believe, That he might help us, or be their in a 
> time
> of need, We wanted to think that he baked for us, But we make up the 
> layers,
> Our shattered hearts and broken dreams, He crushed, ground, and sifted, 
> But
> we didn't want to se.
> We stand looking at the cake and know what he did, We hope that we're 
> wrong,
> We try to believe, Then he brings out the iceing, So cold and and 
> detached,
> He spreads it on thick, He smiles and laughs, But we feel the chill, We 
> take
> a step back, We know that it's over, What ever we had, He can't be 
> trusted,
> He isn't our dad.  It is indeed heartbreaking.
>
>
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