the many colors of my life
are continuously stolen
by those heartless thieves
my dreams
vivid restless visuals
that laughingly dance
away from my tentative touch
leaving me horribly wanting
I am too often deceived
by their amazing zig-zag constitution
in retrospection
reality can be so terribly dull by
comparison
I desire for myself such great
magnificent depth
and defy shallowness of any kind
with all the crude behaviors
that much too quickly follow suit
but long for intense conversations
yet to be had among various individuals
with well groomed, wise and mannered minds
members who excel at the highly coveted
culturally productive levels of society
as such people of depth themselves
seem to be the ones who best see and enjoy
the deeper me
the sometimes aimless wanderer
the avid pupil of worthwhile pursuits
a moored thinker upon a choppy sea of
movers and shakers
a self confessed attempter at poetry
prose's itself very own near embarrassment
the fact that I'm a not so biddable nor
predictable woman
but one who is vital in even her most general
disregard
yet reasonable in her over all outlook
would seem a plus
at least I'd like to think
and quite terribly taken by the self believed
absolutely finest points of life
art
culture
language
history
literature
as well as
communications of all kinds
the much more subtle nuances of honest
open relationships
stand far to the for front in my amateur's
broken metered mind
truth, trust, faithfulness and the realm
of spiritual infinity
unparalleled though
not as nearly in tune with my soul as I
would like to be
as it is
I simply just seek
a far deeper attachment
first to God
then to man
but just as importantly
to myself.........................
(Jan. 18, 1999)