Eternal Struggle
What smashes into my attention:
first, your impatience
to get on with it; while, I’m
the instrument of doom or salvation
I cannot accept such grace;
nor discover beneath that gentleness
a veneer of calm, no fraud
this singular woman’s charm
Who meant to find a man wise enough
to appreciate her loveliness; yet
dumb as the summer oxen:
stung, unbelieving into song
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hey S – thanks for saying so – sometimes I discover new meanings in what I wrote from what the comments say
good to see you – a new poem coming in a few minutes
Comment by deanjbaker | November 15, 2009
As Cindy mentioned a very thought provoking poem,
I had to read it several times to gather the meaning.
I feel the uncertainty conveyed.
Very well done.
~S
Comment by sandra lynn | November 15, 2009
Exactly-
Comment by cynthia31 | November 10, 2009
well then that would be an infatuation with beauty – but I think it is something to appreciate without any need to capture it, thus the song
Comment by deanjbaker | November 10, 2009
Once again…Excellent- Maybe it was mere infatuation.
The third stanza is great. Dean thank you for sharing such deep and thought provoking poetry (Great poetry my friend)
Comment by cynthia31 | November 10, 2009