Happily Never After
Reflecting on the dreams of many years ago
When we were young and still evolving
Love was uncomplicated, life was slow
Around ourselves the world was revolving
As we grew our relationship was dissolving
I know who I am now, what I treasure
And having this new life is a pleasure.
(A Rime Royal)
(Inspired by) Sunset by Stella Elkins Tyler 1938
Just out of bed she receives some bad news
Devastated she collapses wholly
Deflated she takes the shape of her chair
Sinking deeply until she disappears
Slowly she inflates breathing in deeply
Emerging from the cracks of the cushions
Spine strengthening heart hardening, healing
Soul searching, not looking for answers.
Answers will not change what is the present
Without questions and without answers she
Pulls herself up into her new today
Moving her breath through her new body
It’s the best she can do, breathe in, breathe out
Emerging, strengthening, moving, healing.
( A Lannet Poem)
Spring days warm up slowly
Coaxing soft buds to free what hides
Crumpled tightly inside
The event multiplied many times
When conditions are prime
Setting the paradigm for spring
The time for emerging.
(A Luc Bat Poem)
Did you know you can feel your heart break?
I learned that two short years ago today.
It is more than a twinge or a cramp or an ache
I was fearful it would not go away.
Turns out some time will mend a heartbreak
Though I feel the scars remain to this day.
It’s a good lesson to know what’s at stake
If you find you have someone’s heart someday.
There’s lessons in trauma, make no mistake
The worth of this is crucial to convey.
(A Ten-By-Ten Poem)
Over the phone I learned the news
Because face-to-face you couldn’t bear
And so a coward’s way you choose
A funny way of showing care.
I actually felt my heart tear
Suddenly lost and all alone
Life became defined by despair
All because you have no backbone.
The Beginning of the End
He would not tell her what that paper said,
Turning pale after scanning what it read.
“Why won’t you share? What is your fortune?”
She thinks they both need to hear something fun.
Ghostly, glaring he eats the cookie instead.
He flicks the crumpled slip her way with dread
“A new love is blooming” the fortune read.
Eyes lift up from the words, “what have you done?”
He would not tell her.
“What have you done?” repeatedly she plead,
Heart and stomach dropping, as if of lead.
Knowing the challenges have just begun,
Knowing this was the ending of their fun,
Knowing the life as she knew it was dead
He would not tell her.
(A Rondeau Poem)