Infidelity
Jigsaw
No Strings
Non-rhyming Poems
Infidelity
For Louise
by Dan Leach (a.k.a., "The Masked Bard")
It seems to me unfaithful
When your hair changes hue
Red, gold, honey, yellow,
Which is the real you?
I feel like I'm unfaithful --
You're a different woman every night.
But you say you don't change your hair --
It just seems so in this light.
But the light remains the same,
It is faithful to its task --
So how is it that you've changed
The highlights then I ask?
No, I'm not complaining --
But I still don't understand
How colors shift within your curls,
But then, I'm just a man...
And I'll take the new woman
That you are to me tonight
That is, as long as she's here,
Till you shift again within the light.
Published by Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum in Treasured Poems of America
Jigsaw
For Kathy
by Dan Leach (a.k.a., "The Masked Bard")
For a part of me, it is enough
To touch and feel a rose.
For a part of me, it is enough
To engage with life, although
Another part should like to press
A flower now and then --
A part of me should like to keep
A memory of a friend.
There's a part of me that loves you --
And a part that wonders why --
A part of me that touches you --
And a part that likes to cry.
No, I don't love all of you --
Nor does all of you love me --
Only the parts that fit with you --
And only you with me.
For each piece upon a jigsaw
Loves one side of another alone --
Only the parts that fit within
And make the whole less lonely than before.
Published by the Amherst Society in American Poetry Annual - 1996
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No Strings
For Kathy
by Dan Leach (a.k.a., "The Masked Bard")
No strings attached -- that's the way you wanted it --
And I guess I did, too, then.
No binding latch -- that was the agreement --
We'd just live together as friends.
No fight would be patched -- unless we meant it --
And if we didn't, we'd just let it end.
But I'm getting old and I long for the gold
That I see on some people's left hands.
Can we go on like this? Living from kiss to kiss
Till our clocks have run all their sands?
The belief escapes me -- and then you touch me --
And your warmth gives me faith that we can.
Published by Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum in Treasured Poems of America