Jocelyn, secretly puzzelled
over how she could marry a man named Morely.
Morely the moaner she secretly called him.
As most women do,
she understood the perversities of men
She made leeway for their impracticality,
their visions, their unfulfillable dreams.
She sometimes felt life would be better alone
or with a pragmatic, well anchored female roomie.
It was just too laste for that she was thinking
as she stirred the pasta to keep it from sticking.
She knew that Morely could be driven
to do the dishes after the meal.
Then they would drift off into the evening.
Categories:
perversities, husband, love, people, wife,
Form: Free verse
I gloss over my moods
With a sparkly L’oreal
And lock eyes briefly
With no one in particular
Strangers seem plenty
I’m wary of the city
Its perversities I distrust
Even its curiosities I spurn--
But even the homeless have homes; well they must
Maybe a pedestal in someone’s heart; Thus
Give them claims to life and trust; But
They leave me energy for one thing, just!
Categories:
perversities, love, urban
Form: Quatrain