Our Little Opera Poem by Dean Meredith

Our love was like an opera
Demanding passion and tragedy
I played lead electric triangle
In the orchestra pit
Looking up at the divas
Sometimes they noticed me
Attracted by the triangle
I was glad to have a part
But dreamed of a solo
You know, to impress them
The divas mostly and
My fellow members of course
There were love triangles
On the stage, in the orchestra
Characters and instruments
Meeting, playing together
Quarrelling, fighting, dancing
Making tender love
Wars & picnics
Nature at our breasts
And always the going on
The what must be done
With the goings on
The secrets we share
And are oblivious to
Divas & their leading men
In our little world
Of circles and triangles
And ribbons and bows
One day someone will
Compose a little opera
For electric triangle & co