PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

its almost enough you know

your loving me as you do

but the aching echoes of 'not quite'

still reverberates continuously

onward through

the warmest chambers of my heart

which twists me rather unmercifully in two

I'm crushed like those beloved daisies

picked and held jubilantly amid the tight

grip of an over excited four year olds

clenched fingers

no long awaited for spring lounges in my

Wintery lethargic thoughts now

only the stiff salty breeze of scantily

clad melancholy lingers

isn't it so terribly ironic

how we fight and fight

yet seem to gain so very little

by way of necessity's insight

into the realm of where another fellow

human being's life time, love  and lore

is concerned

there ought to be a viable medium

a pre-chosen place on which to merge

so we don't feel as if our vain attempts

to overthrow the foe of a frosty heart

we are subsequently being spurned

that just wouldn't couldn't somehow do

a pale sick apathy like that of the

harshest, foulest bile in the soul forces

the smallest negativity to purge

and mine spirit's own vanquished vanity for

the sake of another more tempered fate

falls silent victim to the tell tale symptoms

of an ever so overly emotional flu

and from this newly fertile ground that is where

the flowers of true maturity bloom deep within

us and colorfully emerge

like bright, beautiful rainbows

after a steady replenishing rain

on a hazy afternoon.................

(Feb. 6, 1997)