D A Phinney
D A Phinney Poems
|4.||On The Rocks||1/31/2006|
|9.||In Her Garden||1/31/2006|
|23.||Men Don'T Listen||1/31/2006|
|38.||Paeon To The Sun||1/31/2006|
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I gave up writing, laid the pen aside;
I put away philosophy and doubt;
Scorned religion, passion's fire gone proud;
Bagged all logic up and threw it out.
I crossed the street when reason came in guise,
Avoided every sort of cogent thought;
Tore habits good and bad from off my back;
To winds cast virtues all, so dearly bought.
I shed my judgment of both right and wrong;
I swept away my fears, my pleasures, too;
I stripped myself of everything-to give
My only, single, secret self to you.
It's not that I yearned for one to yearn for me,
I was not ...
She could never get a grip on things
Nor find out who she was
Three husbands and divorces
One child confiscated by alcohol
Endless streams of things she had owned
Things she did
People she knew
She did not know
Everything impossible to hold