The battlefield exists in my head. The combatants are regrouping, re-arming for their next attack. The home team takes comfort in what they can see; the logical progression of familiar scenes narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue while the visitors nod with knowing smirks And behind the scenes a chorus of naiads suggest other worlds in their songs
If you choose to listen to this seductive siren Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral ecstasy and a precipitous plunge to despair, so my Head coach cautions. The sirens sing not only for you They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths Betraying your trust for their own gratification.
The battlefield languishes The combatants bide their time When hope is at its highest, when I start to utter victorious words, they will once again take their places brandish their cruel weapons camouflaged in beguiling images destroying certainty, confounding rational thought.
I search even knowing the outcome you aren’t there. The pain engulfs me – ever sharper So why do I search?
I can hardly string words together A disoriented soul spawns a disorganized mind Disbelieving Unaccepting Pleading to whatever god will listen.
You are still so much to me more than the sum of your numerous alluring traits. Always seductive, thought-provoking, stimulating. and drawing out an other self not known before unable to be fully realized.
I was never more invincible Than after contact with you – no matter how brief Flirtatious, teasing, taunting Tempting…. tormenting You sent me into the clouds where I lingered, floated and dreamed.
I want to write comedy My drama queen is near used up Fresh out of tears Shirking the heavy cloak That weighs down my beat up spirit Seeking a lighter space A place of gladness in my soul A spot of sunshine in the garden.
I want to make people laugh Not to despair for me To welcome back my steady smile Anticipate good news Remembering punch lines Delivered with clever timing Reach out open arms And draw in this world of beauty.
All the tools I need Are lined up willing ready Love of family and friends Treasured memories never to be lost Hoarding my health for richness of years to come Generous with caring and love Wisdom of years past Still a work in progress.