Free Verse: Like a Dead Weight


A free verse poetry, “Like a Dead Weight.”

The most difficult decision to make in a relationship is to walk away, I’ve had to make this choice twice. Sometimes, things just don’t work out, or the level of the playing field changes. I became a victim of verbal abuse, thrown like rocks against a soft surface.

Image of Free Verse Poetry, "Like a Dead Weight."

It penetrates. I catered to this negativity, thought all my love could save his soul, it didn’t change anything, only me. And when I was drowning in the bitterness of time, I looked into the mirror and saw my reflection. I had aged, with unhappiness written in lines across my face. With the last trip to the emergency room, suffering from hypertension and an anxiety attack that brought on a stroke. I could have died. I found me.

In this free verse poetry and digital art piece maybe you can see or feel the change of choices.

Free Verse Poetry: Like a Dead Weight

Like a dead weight, I felt it…
a heaviness bearing down on my heart; like the many times
of knowing what rocks felt like if you pack them far too long.

It felt awful. It anchored my soul.
(Anchored and not a dead weight.)

The yellow glow of words shared to you to encourage,
couldn’t change who you are.

My perceptive heart becomes aware of those same patterns; like pattering rain on a flat rooftop.

How I know of compilation

First, it’s just one. Then more adding like numbers getting bigger. bigger. Then, it eats away at your happy place; like weeds growing in a garden stealing color.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Today, I opened my heart and let the black crow free.

I hope you can find another resting branch.

A bluebird perched upon my branches today and sang.
And the trickling sun fingers touched my face.

I breathe long and hard and smiled for the first in awhile, life into mine soul again.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Like a Dead Weight|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

Like a Dead Weight, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, love, romance, relationships, lovers

This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing the hearts hanging like dead weights.

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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart. Reservoir for Wolff Poetry & Urban Poetry 2017, mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one's mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

24 thoughts on “Free Verse: Like a Dead Weight

  1. Thank you for good words And calming thoughts, We should chat ,meet up I’m in , Blog need assistance spreading Light I mean words to many folks Writing my words For Poetry Foundation ,book theft Me.

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  2. I’ve read your poem a few times now, and your associated introduction. Your words are very full of feeling, and quite soulful. And I’m also happy that you’ve survived your journey incredibly well.

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      1. Life can be very challenging, I too suffered a stroke, probably stress related, and then the rehab, wow, learning to read and write again, and to physically and mentally return again, and resume to my caring duties of tending to my wife… whoops best I stop… Maybe I’ll write my story one day, but for now my poetry is my story.

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