UBC29: The Other Woman

Different he seemed to have becomebroken-72161_640
Since that business trip he went on,
With another he spent hours
Forgetting he was hers.
Fight for them she would!
From her window
She threw it,
“Die, Phone…
Die!”

******

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11 comments on “UBC29: The Other Woman

  1. Carol Graham says:

    This packed a punch – ouch. Great emotion

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  2. shanx says:

    Die phone, Die πŸ˜€ good one Preeti! I liked a lot of your poems and remember you falling in love with tanka (if I spelled it right). Something I need to know about now πŸ™‚

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    • Preeti says:

      Thank you so much! I am so happy you’ve enjoyed my posts πŸ™‚ This was a nonet not tanka actually, but these different forms of poetry are extremely interesting!

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  3. die phone hehe..make me laugh and u need guts:)

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  4. catchats says:

    That was a fun poem.I liked its structure and repetition at the end with the phone being symbolic. Yikes! She means business. Scary!

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