POETRY 2001

There is a side of me
that believes in tragedy.
Loves most fervent desires unmet.

A perfect drama
for a cast of four.
Heart-rending trauma,
cuts to the core.

Must I play my life like this?
It's so stupid,
Cupid!

Why should your arrow pierce now,
Such crazy desire, so fierce now?

And if I do not heed it,
say I do not need it;
then I will bleed.

Stuck in the rut of my life,
sad, neglected wife.

But my son, my brilliant boy!
Child of my body, my love-song of joy,
his love, and mine for him
is the brightest star.

I will never mar
his life with my unhealed scar.

Let this dread ranting cease!
May we all find sweet release.

Live only in our bodies, day by day.
Eat, sleep, work and play.

Heed not the rush of joy, the heady glance.
Avoid loves sharpest lance.

I will not leap,
yet in sleep,
dream secrets keep.

The magic is flowing,
Love is growing.

Nov 9th, 2001