poetry from voices

June 29, 2008 at 12:32 pm Leave a comment

This would date from the late 70s.



     i keep my shades drawn, these days,
though i’m not sure
         i can say why (at times
i stand behind then, shyly and slyly
drawing them back just
          enough to see)…

perhaps it’s much like the girl
      who wanted my friendship
    or perhaps even more; i
was lonely and needed touching, and yet
         i drew away…wounding
her so that she turned from me,
         never suspecting i desired
               all she might give…

i walk past people, holding
my face still, my eyes averted,
     my feelings
     quite hidden…

and when finally
i force myself to speak
      (voice rusty from disuse)
 i rarely find hearers; but then,

i can convince myself
     i don’t care, at all.

     as, lonely, i hide
     behind drawn shades,
            closed doors.



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