PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

from a brave and boiling pot of baffling brilliance

I pour from it for myself a generous cup of prescribed

pretense

I tread lightly upon my own clever thoughts

for with them my warring actions I do not care to mince

the matter at present hand grew out of control

making the whole of the situation quite intense

little of nothing anymore seems to make any real sense

I only have myself to hold in account for the turn of

these outlandish events

if only I had held my temper a little farther away from

my talk happy tongue

all would have been fine

his words would not have passed through my weakened

defenses

landing a forceful blow and purposefully stung

but I have to thank him for his 'harsh love' method

of putting me in my much needed place

for I without that would not be the in dominate able

woman I am today if he hadn't forced me to look at

the me that lays beyond my face............

( written Aug 24,1992am)