And he did it suddenly.
Suddenly looked right at you, 
you who had ignored the voice that tried to let you know;
know or give a premonition that he,
he would ignore your “nos,” according to his “knows” —
“knows” more about your body and other bodies too

      You’ll never see it coming ‘cause you’re blinded from the start

There was a print of blood left from his…
his betrayal. A crimson stain shaped like a hand
And a hand now covers his face, lips form words to —
To lie with claims of remorse, while avoiding your —
your eyes glazed with pain. You walk on feet that feel like a hand —
hand barely holding a rail, that is —
the invisible rail is meant to support you but can’t. Devastation is overmuch.

      You’ll never see it coming ‘cause you’re blinded from the start

Healing comes, but not suddenly
Not from others, but within you
As you find the courage to say and know
That the criminal is not you, but he
And it doesn’t matter what he claims he knows
Because it’s always been a lie to women he’s hurt too.

      He’ll never see it coming ‘cause he’s blinded from his heart.

Inspiration and format change:

I’m a borderline rebel who most often functions as a questioner. So today, I questioned my own rule of only writing golden shovel poems on this blog, then found a way to rebel against it, by bending things a bit. The result is a poem that combines the golden shovel form and the bop form.

The bop form was invented by Afaa Michael Weaver. It pulls upon one of my favorite pasttimes, music, by incorporating a lyric from the poet’ song of choice. The original format of the bop poem is this:

  • Three stanzas divided by a lyric from a song. That lyric is also the final line after the third stanza.
  • The first and third stanzas are six lines, while the second/middle stanza is eight lines
  • The first stanza states a problem
  • The second one explores or expands it, and
  • The final one offers a solution or documentation of the failure to find a solution.

With this in mind, I decided to use a six-word line from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem “To Be in Love” for the first and third stanza, and an eight-word line from that same poem for the middle stanza. So each final word from the six lines of the first and third stanza re-create the phrase “Suddenly you know he knows too,” while the final words of the eight lines in the middle stanza re-create the phrase “His hand to take your hand is overmuch.

As for the musical lyric of choice that separates the stanzas and completes the poem, I decided to go with “You’ll never see it coming ’cause you’re blinded from the start” by Alicia Keys in her duet with Usher, titled “My Boo.” The song itself is a sentimental ode to nostalgic and teenage love, which doesn’t fit the subject matter I went with for today’s poem. But like I said before, I can be a rebel at times.