Somebody who had seen Miss Ann
Advised her to just drop her Dan,
Mentioning my own serious plan
To take her to my secure clan
And keep her in a lodge with fan...
And Miss Ann burst into laughter
But did not say a word after,
Yet, did not close the chapter:
A convulsing body apter...
Then, in a voice four times softer
Like takers of Lozenge Cofta
"Does he own a helicopter,
For, then, 'My Yes' will be prompter?"
That was Ann and who she would choose,
So, lover Dan and I should lose!
Categories:
apter, care, crush, love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
REFLECTIONS
I reflect on my life and feel its purpose could’ve been apter,
For as I do I see obvious contradictions
In the unfolding of each successive chapter.
I understand less and less - even though I admit
I have become more and more informed :
I’ve found the value of knowledge has a limit.
I speculate increasingly in terms abstract
About the unknown possibilities in people, and
The opportunities to know them I may have lacked.
I marvel at the patience of people, especially women:
They’ve had far more with me than I with them -
Always with the exception of my own children.
I believe that if I had a second life, my actions
Would be to speculate patiently with greater understanding :
And hopefully to avoid such contradictions.
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Written and submitted for Paula Swanson’s Contest “Choose your theme”
Categories:
apter, introspection,
Form: Verse