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Letter of Marque

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You stand gripping your
letter of marque yellowed
waving Congress stamped
close to me too near me.  Your
mahogany eyes telling me you have the
right to take from me what is mine
what was mine. 

Only papers are
needed legitimate piracy you
utter legs planted arms crossed
gaze firm unwavering
close to me too near me.   The
plank shudders.   Diverted eyes I
raise. 

How am I to get back what
you stole from me?  The beating
pulsing piece of me that pumps
crimson through my channels and
life through my waterways?  A split
second your tawny eyes flicker.  Concern or
pity? I cannot tell.   

 Your stance remains
unreadable.  Emboldened I ask once
more.  The plank bounces.  How am I to
get back what you stole from me?  You stand
close to me too near me.  You
stare silently into my
sunglow eyes.  

 ~Pamela 

15 thoughts on “Letter of Marque”

  1. close to me too near me, what is mine what was mine…indignation from the soul, wanting redemption, justification, but getting none. Feeling pieces ripped away, somebody must pay—and you are left all alone. Sorry, I was getting into your poem. Well written and full of passion!

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    1. Ha-ha! YES! It was written in the midst of great emotion and intensity! I’ve adjusted to being alone (I’ve had enough time to do so). I say somewhat since there are the days when I am haunted. However, if I do find love again, it will be full of passion, integrity and compassion!!!!! Thanks for the visit!

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