A Discord Poem by John Sensele

When in love I fall
Calling my love a dame
Avoiding the thrust of the fall
Which can't assuage the blame

I escape to ditch lonely nights
I can't endure in June
When coldness bites my fights
With the loneliness moon

That pokes fun when my pots turn black
Cutting to the quick my appetite
Reminding me of the fraternal flak
Family feeds cos I can't hold tight

The petite the family feels I should marry
Or else they'll throw me out
Since they feel I'm not in a hurry
To marry and clear for good their doubt

About my ability to run a home
And cut off the umbilical chord
Hiding in the storm I form
Whenever my marital status discussion ends up in a dramatic discord.