The silence deafens
and suprises me;
the lack of women’s letters
I’d hoped to see.
Perhaps SuperBusyWomen
don’t, after all, have the time
to leave their hurried, rushed lives
and listen to my rhyme.
Perhaps she who I put on the shelf
was right!
But still, my keyboard and I forge
into the empty night.
Where I discover poetry is writ not for she,
nor them, nor thee, but — alone — for me.
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February 24, 2009 at 11:25 am
Good to see you writing after a short break. And good to see you writing for YOU!
February 25, 2009 at 10:57 pm
I once knew a man who wooed me
Along a cold clear path through the woods
He spoke soft sweet nothings
His words spilled out so easily
We held hands and I stole a kiss
He looked as though something was amiss
Then, Poof!
He was gone like the mist
And all I was doing was looking for love
As I gazed into the darkened trees above
Alone again
February 26, 2009 at 12:53 am
Thoughts On A Tree Branch: A Revolutionary Response ConTEXTing Poem:
U poofed me,/
not I thee!/
As far as I could tell/
your words fell/
crashing/
dashing/
gashing!/
Like the bough/
from your tree/
was how/
your silent stare/
crushed me!