Click here to hear the poet read his words:
the first time that I saw you
you hid behind your mask
and said I didn’t know you
that we’d never met before
and I in my innocence
though you reminded me
of every love I’d ever had
and every painful loss
each time that I saw you
you wore a different mask
but said I should know you
because you were still
the same person
the last time that I saw you
you threw away your mask
and said I’d always known you
that we’d met a thousand times before
that I was every lover
you’d ever had
and every one you had discarded
WOW, or “oh my goodness” (which you said you liked). Thought I’d stop by to let you know I’ve moved to a new blog. I wondered if you’d left for Scotland yet, for cool respite–take good care of yourself, Leslie
How Dare He
He had the temerity to go off and live his life
Leaving all of us behind to endure stress and strife
The boldness and the daring of his thoughtlessness
The gall and the guts of his outright brazenness
We definitely need some clarity about this recklessness
He should at least pay for therapy caused by his fecklessness
But I will forgive him as I laugh with hilarity
For on the beach I picture him – a peculiarity
In fact, lovely Lady, no beach for me during August. I leave today for Bonnie Scotland for my annual replenishment of soul.
And I’ll have you know I cut a fine figure on la plage, would leave you all a-tremble!
off to google la plage
I don’t recall your writing a SSS with the prompt word MATCH from the last week in March.
I’m sure you didn’t read mine.
Woe, woe and all that, dear Lady, I was elsewhere, having the temerity to live my life!
Deep and sore.
And beautifully written.
Thanks, Jenne, if it hurts then I’m happy!