Laudative Poems

Own It

Innocence has its travails of 
Losing the true identity of
Being touchy versus being sensitive.

I ruined many beautiful moments
Forsook my joys to reel in entanglements
Of lively public bantering as being abusive

A mild joke was a jab of cold heartedness
Brooding for days over the other's rudeness
Undervaluing true love by being hyperreactive           

I left old love for foreign shores
Not on basis of personal wars
But reasons much more elaborative

Long distances and free of heart
I downsized my kiddish touchiness as advert
My heart became ruminatively introspective

I realised no man could live up to his demeanour and heart
A reversal of attitude transformed me with better art
I pined for his undemanding nature, now so laudative

I returned with a list of do's and dont's in my small fist
Loaded with more love for my compulsive humorist
Being a little calmative, relationships become more attractive 

April 22, 2016
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan