OctPoWriMo day 12, Wordle 182 CONFUSION

Confusion

The lusts of the flesh were her undoing
desire to possess a chance-met fellow
enraptured by him
by the lotion of love
wanting to be cherished.
Hypnotising fascination
became obsession
teased and tortured
scrambled her brains
just like strong liquor.

Ten long years she worshipped him
until the light of disillusion
cleared the fog of false emotion.
The machine changed gear
and stopped at Station Sanity
where she left the train.

 
The Sunday Whirl words set me off on this strange train of thought, but the OctPoWriMo prompt for today gave me more ammunition.

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19 Responses to OctPoWriMo day 12, Wordle 182 CONFUSION

  1. Brilliant one, Viv! Love the train station wrapping everything up beautifully.

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  2. Brilliant write! Since the station has been mentioned a number of times already (such a great find) I’d like to stress how much I like this phraset:

    the light of disillusion
    cleared the fog of false emotion

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  3. Irene says:

    Love how you used the train station to wrap it up nicely.

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  4. thehutts says:

    Great poem but when you don’t need to use the WORDLE words lotion needs to become notion. S

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  5. seingraham says:

    Oh Vivienne, you vamp you…this is lovely and lascivious…very nice.

    http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/2014/10/when-when.html

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  6. 1sojournal says:

    Oh, you made these words look so easy to use. That’s a gift to be cherished,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  7. minthe says:

    I love the way you ended this. 🙂

    It’s pretty much happened to everyone, I’m afraid.

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  8. Cathy says:

    Ah now I have Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train running through my head now 😉 Ah the lust of flesh, can make us better or do us in. And yet, sometimes the ride is worth the risk. Great poem.

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  9. lrconsiderer says:

    Ten years is a long time to be riding a train that intense! I guess it’s a good thing she was able to get off at all!

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  10. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Could you, please, direct me to Station Sanity? I want to get off the train! 😉

    Whirling with Alberto

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  11. Pamela says:

    Smart girl. Well done piece of writing, Viv.

    Pamela ox

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  12. drpkp says:

    “Station Sanity” a destination too often passed by as too many take the express – Wonderful poem 🙂

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  13. annell4 says:

    Sometimes we never know when to get off the train, even if it is clearly not our train.

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  14. jae rose says:

    That is a very good station to stop at – and beautifully written

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  15. An awkward bunch of words, nicely brought together.

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  16. adameverhard says:

    Sometimes it takes altogether too long to reach Station Sanity. It took me 21 years of being cheated on and emotionally abused. I found myself applauding your heroine!
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/napowrimo-2014-day-12.html

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  17. oldegg says:

    How wise she was. I am in a perpetual state of scrambled brains.

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