uncomfortable truths
November 8, 2018 at 7:28 pm Leave a comment
Too Much Truth For Comfort
to move toward you or away
just now
would require more judgment
or at least an ability to
see myself without complete distaste.
i
you see
am quite stripped of i.
fifteen years later
still captive to a long-past experience*
i still have learned
only occasional silence
as for wisdom?
not even its semblance.
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November 8, 2018 Transcription, somewhere between 20 & 30 years old. The inspiration was 40 years ago–now.
She did make me swear to never love anyone or anything, ever again; more often than not, her remembrance is sheer agony. Worst of all was the discovery that some of my ‘imaginary’ perceptions were very unfortunately quite real. No, I absolutely will not go there. Interpret that as you wish, I won’t and can’t explain.
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