30

03 Jul 2000

I had forgotten myself for a time;
became shrouded by the absence of love,
and mislaid the care for my solitude.
Painting pictures in poetry
of this magical 30 
I laid claim to the right
of perfection.
Slaying the dragons of my past
I thought the princess should fight;
the knight would be her reward
for all the fire she walked through to get to his side.
Claiming the riches of age
career, wealth, stability – 
all these things I control –  
I assumed love a given.
Ah, what I can not control … 
Dragon sighs still singe my hair
with the regrets of poor choices,
but I am beginning once more
to find riches in the coffers
of my solitude.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo