MOTIVE

MOTIVE

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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Atmosphere of doubt

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The night is black and the moon hides behind storm clouds

about to burst with pellets of rain

stars are somewhere in the cosmos

distant mountains blur as shadows

an atmosphere of doubt and suspicion penetrate inside

 

He begs for an answer to his question

she dismisses him, inquires why?

a ghostly quiet endures

he pleads anew

she refuses

“You betray me to ask for a month of intimacy

With your secretary”

more reticence

 

The telephone rings four times

she senses to vacate

and notes that he speaks in whispers

so as not to reveal conversation

yet she pries on him stalks back and forth

in desperate attempt to heed

she weeps in silence

 

From that moment onward

little connection befalls

intimacy bluntly halts

a veil of frost shrouds them

she launches into drink

he departs on a trip

and for discernible motives

she presumes he may never return

 

 

© 2025 Betty Hermelee


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She and he seem to have relationship issues or commitment issues or something. I read that the "intimacy" abruptly halted but one has to wonder how much true intimacy a relationship can contain without trust and mutual respect. I suppose sex could pass for "intimacy" but to me the word means much more...like an old friend you're not afraid to speak your mind around and you feel comfortable telling them anything. That's real intimacy to me. But loyalty is a hard thing to find in people of questionable character.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

8 Months Ago

Thank you Fabian for your thoughtful review 🌷
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..