Share again what he says
and i promise, i promise i may not
listen because what he thinks
really does not matter
and will not change my mind or make me more agreeable.
Sometimes talking helps
and sometimes letting rage flow like lava while I
sit still like the ceramic gnome propped up next to the
hydrangea pukes up enough good will
to salvage civility
for another week.
I have once or twice left only to return
hours maybe a day later
to a world so iced over as if it had robbed
the Arctic's glaciers. So just let me sleep.
Why must you decide you need to speak,
to speak to me? Talk to him. I crave peace
Why must you decide you need to speak, to speak to me? Talk to him. I crave peace...... so touching with nice theme. We need peace actually. A lovely poem nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
M.J., call me crazy, but it sounds like the narrator is speaking to his current mate about her former lover. No wonder Arctic glaciers abound! Great imagery! And as always, another winner! ! !
Richard, you are absolutely right. It certainly can be a meaningful reading of the poem. The interpretation you bring up is one that came to mind after I finished this version. That was when I decided it was ready. Thanks so much.
The choice to speak or remain silent is ours. But it's not always easy to decide what to do. A lovely expression to depict a dilemma.
Thank you so very much, Nosheen. And then, you remind me, there are those times when words should be spared, but the opposite is willfully and defiantly undertaken...
perseverance ere the coming dawns... do not morn... same things happen here morn after morn... all women need is to be adorned and of that be forewarned they smile only and make funny faces come along now it's okay by me now sweety... you have become mine this dawn's darling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sense the obvious irritation of the speaker here who feels duped by a kind of infidelty from his partner! So he is not prepared any more to listen to any talk with her for the time being. He would rather have peace by moving away to a solitary spot! It is clear that no love is lost between the husband and wife. An inner agitation is strongly hinted at!
Valsa, indeed. And it is that inner turbulence with a peaceful veneer. Thanks so much.