Monday, April 27, 2009


I held an enemy

She sobbed
in my awkward

begging absolution
for what she would not

Her tears fell hot
against the cool
of my cheek

and for a moment
I tried.


Jamie {See Jamie blog} said...

Your poems always make me want to know the whole story. How much is pure imagination and if there is a real story, what is it.

Jonnia Smith said...

Sometimes I try to write a truth without relying on facts, but this one comes from an actual moment in my life. I'll tell you the story sometime.

I really enjoy reading poems that leave me thinking, "What..?" Maybe that's why I end up writing that way more often than not. Thanks for reading and taking time to leave me a note!

christopher said...



I walked in to see
you and found you engaged,
serious effort,
I could tell, you pale,
eyes wide open, hands like claws,
you receiving her
embrace, while she cried.

I had no notion what that
was all about but
I was sure I had
no business in your place,
not at that time.

Woman in a Window said...

Makes me fall back in time to rivals of old and times when hugs were not shared.

Unknown said...

Beautifully done. Sometime when someone wrongs you, it is a challenge to be humble towards them.

Thank you for sharing this poem...

CathM said...

I tried to forgive?

I've enjoyed reading this poem... and like Jamie I always feel that your poems ache to reveal so many other untold stories.

Jen Jewel Brown said...

Oh Ma'am, beautiful Jonnia.

Anonymous said...

Grace is always the last drop remaining after a flood. But so often, the heat of my moment vaporizes it on the spot.

Maxine said...

Wow. That's all I can say. WOW.

Linda S. Socha said...

Fantastic...Love this one...Where are you?

Nadege said...

powerful poem.