Thursday, March 12, 2009


Love in the movies
In the park holding hands
Hides in an invisible nook
Jumps out and ruins and plans.


A computer keyboard chatters
Father is hard at work
Other trivial, inconsequential matters
In his shadows lurk

Mother sings along to the radio
Cooks, cleans, makes house home
Silent tears ebb and flow
Like a sad, soft poem

They met under parents' watchful eyes
Barely knowing each other
Two loveless decades pass by
They have not yet grown on each other

Their two children bind them
And they suffocate
Some unknown duty confines them
To a life they hate

They sleep in two rooms
Share not a word of love
Anger and regret they speak of
Why not just end it in a courtroom?

An impossible possibility
An act unheard of
Divorce? Absurdity!
Marriage was never about love

1 comment:

topshe said...

This is true. Sadly.


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry