- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hopeless Proposition
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Click hereI keep hoping
you will see the light
of reason, swallow
the bitter lump
that took up residence
in your throat long before
I ever met you.
I might as well hope
for the apple tree
that graces my one window
to laugh and grow oranges.
I keep hoping
you will see the truth
is that I never hated you,
but that I couldn't survive
under your cold reign anymore.
Remember how you used to hug me?
The harried face you gave me?
The perfunctory arm, and always
the criticism. Everything felt wrong,
but I'm happy, you'd say. We're happy.
Look around you. Everyone else
is divorced. We're not. We must
be happy.
I keep hoping
you will see inside
yourself and remember
the heart you claimed was mine,
and remember that once,
twice we made something
right.
I keep hoping
you will see who
we made need to retain
something of the grace and wonder
we knew at their conception.
They don't deserve
to see me turn to bone
in a puddle of your vitriol.
I keep hoping, telling myself
Move Forward, Believe
All We Need is Love,
but maybe I should hope
to finally grow up instead,
even if giving up
who I am is hopeless.
I might as well hope
for winter to board a jet
to Abu Dhabi and leave
me swimming in the stream
of endless summer.
- COMMENTS
normal jeanover 19 years agoI think I know how you feel, in my own sort of way,wonderfully expressed :)
PatCarringtonover 19 years agothis must have been difficult to keep a handle on / but you did / it would be easy to lose your way and tumble over in a direction that would be detremental to the quality of the work / you did not allow that to happen /
Anonymousover 19 years agoYou are stronger than most. You stand tall while others would crumble. I love and admire you for it.
:heart:
(no thermometer)
Tathagataover 19 years agolosing your religion are you?
; )
Follow your heart, it's one of the purest I've ever seen, it won't let you down.
A hard poem to read,,,I'm sure it was hard to write.
Thank you for sharing
as always my thoughts are with you
BooMerengueover 19 years agoI read this last night and felt it then. You have spoken so clearly here, Ange. Well done. Thanks
tungtied2uover 19 years agothe ones we loved most
Insist on reclaiming
The best of our lives
And burying it beneath hate?
All of this we share, and more sis. Moving, measured and heartfelt. Thanks, ang
*thermometer taken out of cold storage
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...I both like it, and dislike it. Perhaps it is because of the "bone" truth in it. In reading this, I can't separate the poet from the man in me, which means the poem worked!
lostandfounderover 19 years agoThis is an incredible poem.
"I might as well hope..."
"They don't deserve..."
Absolutly perfect stanazas. This poem is a very quiet scream of emotion. Great work.
