as though the idea were his from the start
advice subtly given
subtly ignored
curiously peeking
exploring
and jumps, as in shock
realisation of an unknown fear
sharp words where once a gentle tone rang
cold face without the common smile
he lies down
in a sleep without comfort
then feels a
soft
reassuring
hand.
thoughts
dash around my brain
as if
dancing to a melody that does not form
gracefully careening into
and away
lacking form
coherence
all
organised chaos
infinite boundaries
paradoxical quandries
Mine
cards
i build my house of cards
carefully
card
by
card
it grows large
but, perhaps, the point is
it grows.
and i feel secure
and life calms down
i’m protected by my house of cards
of course, it topples
as cards are apt to do
and the world reaches in and pulls at me
tugging at me
and i rebuild my house of cards
wishing for one of brick
obligatory poem about love to complete my repertoire
love as I’ve seen it
seems to involve dependence
on another
for life
dependence is vulnerable, easily misused
it can make heartbreak inevitable
perhaps they’re all wrong
and love
is nothing but mutual independence
a desire
for life together
not a need for it
I can’t understand a need for another so strong
that it overrides
the desire for independence
basing your existence around another
until you lose yourself
not me
exist alone, or you can’t exist with another
and you’ll never be happy.
This page and the graphics contained within are my original
creations.
Copyright Emily Sachs (2001)