The Necktie

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THE NECKTIE 

I.

Beneath plastered red lips and a violent presence

Lies a woman that drowns in her precedence

She needs not a necktie to reign

She needs not a man to see her sane.

II. 

He ties his noose a little loose

Around his neck he calls for a truce

But he settles in his suit jacket

And cries for the truth.

III.

She wraps it around her hand

A bandaged remembrance of his command

She stares at what her world has become

Humdrum strums of the world she’s come from.

 IV.

He bows his head realizing what he had done

He had written the short ending to what he begun

A slackened necktie and a woman lost

Left to wallow,

Amidst scotch glasses and Robert Frost

V. 

She was a force within herself and he nothing

Stunning, stunting, something

Remains in those rattled bones

A simple silk mistake to condone.

Copyright © 2015 Anisa Nasir

All Rights Reserved ©

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem for an assignment in a creative writing class, however, it is still very much a piece I love. Thus, I’ve decided to share it with you all because I do love the use of symbolism in this piece. I hope you enjoy! 

Love, Anisa Nasir (2)

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