PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my eagerness has taken a much needed holiday
I have never taken to the idea of being put on
public display
Policy will never manage to rule my well tended
life
I could never find any kind of permanent refuge
in being a model wife
motherhood is an illusion in which in my head I
carry around
its possibilities and coincidences are not
completely unfound
these illusions are held in a perceptive yet
doubtful hand
but for this moment there are still many more
horizons left for my inexperienced self to
explore and expand
such forceful emotions are anything but generic
fleeting and dull
repeatedly I find myself morally working from
scratch with goods still in the natural raw
I'm not as brazen as these words might make me
appear
at this point in time I'm as innocuous as glass
is clear
this heart of mine has been taken advantage of
on quite a regular basis
previous mistakes' names continually fade yet
memories revolve around kind and inquisitive
faces
the ability I revere
is with love to so easily fall
this is likely my most endearing yet fatal flaw
to myself I give this somewhat sassy yet empty
exclusive
for this passive piece I've made my last thought
succinct and conclusive........
(written Feb 11,1991)