It is an illness, it is illegal, it is a terrible obsession/compulsion, and it wrecks the lives of its victims and the victim’s friends and families…
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
This week’s words are:
The Window of Intimacy – A Study in Stalking
I go on sprees, sprees, sprees.
I download art, art, art.
I type “naked body” in the search box.
I stare at this or that hot part.
It takes away my breath, breath, breath.
A fearsome use in solitude.
Then I leave and stare though windows,
Hope to see a semi-nude.
What reserves inside me flutters,
Intimate outsider I remain.
My face reflected like a painted primitive
While I’m stalking through the pane.
I’ve written love notes to them.
They’ve filed orders keeping me away
I’ve shuttered windows in my mind
To keep thoughts of their nakedness at bay.
But I still, still, still
go on sprees, sprees, sprees.
It’s no use, use, use:
Help me, stop me,
This is both a frightening and powerful poem.
yes, I scared myself a little writing it – stretching my muscles on it
Ah, I see…’Intimate outsider’ combination caught you too. Yes, similar, yet far apart.
Nicely wordled indeed. Muses are allowed to run a muck…people aren’t. So ‘They’ say.
and muck sometimes they do…
I agree with McGuffy – powerful, unsettling and thought provoking
my job is done then …
Randy, you might terrify some readers with this. Very powerful and I believe you have captured the personality of the stalker quite well here.
It’s story that we often put on the back burner until it makes horrific headlines and sells TV time and other media resources/outlets.
But it slithers in the daily lives of so many innocent people, and is an illness that needs more attention, funding and study, and intervention – legally and psychologically.
Randy, that is the absolute truth. I couldn’t agree more.
Creepy. Crafted so well, but, still…creepy. Well done with the wordle!
creepy works for me…
thanks for commenting
No, that wasn’t the intent.
please don’t be.
A little scary poem never hurt anyone…I’m telling myself. Wow..your reach for feeling was accomplished. Well done.
I did reach inside for expression, while at the same time confining myself to all the wordles at hand.
A well-crafted and emotion-filled poem about a terrible subject. Well done, Randy.
not every subject is light and airy.
some require light or are eerie.
You got right into character here…
like a painted primitive…?