The Worst Advice That I Have Ever Received
Sunday, June 8, 2008
This poem comes from prompt #9 on Scott Wood’s journal – “Write a poem about the worst advice you ever got”. This is the result – a chained hay(na)ku about some bad advice my aunt (yes, the notorious one, for those who know) gave me in high school. Implied and unspoken advice, no less. Anyway, enjoy.
-Nicole
The
worst advice
I ever received
was
to let
the man make
the
first move;
in other words,
good
girls don’t
ask men out.
I
let so
many men slip
through
my fingers;
so many times
I
silently said
goodbye to them
inside
my mind
as they left.
One
time, I
forgot about the
advice
my aunt
had given me.
I
will be
married this October.
Written 6/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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It was probably not meant to be a sad ending, but I cannot feel otherwise – to me it sounds sad and sort of mourning over those who slipped through your fingers…
But I enjoyed reading it – very clear, very lucid.
Thanks.
r
And in a way, I was mourning. If anything, mourning the fact that I was stupid enough to listen to her bad advice.
Thanks for stopping by.
-Nicole
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Cynthia
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Excellent ha[nay]ku, and yes how about the bad advice
young women are often given?