Listening to every heart
He Doesn’t Want My Poetry
My lover, my friend, and husband for life
said “turn off the computer, come to bed, wife”
because here I am, sitting, writing poetry
and there he is, simply asking, waiting for me.
“I’m trying to write something exotic and fine”
and there he is, that patient man of mine
asking me to quit being creative, and do
come to bed where “it’s just me and just you.”
Cannot he see that I’ve people to please,
or perhaps with a stroke of pen, do a little tease?
“Wife, I’m lonely, I’m looking for some loving from you”
“Oh, honey, just wait, another moment or two.”
And then, just then, scrolling through the archives I find
what was a disaster for one, now a treasure of mine,
for there are lonely hearts and singles out there galore…
who have told their stories here and are now quite forlorn.
I turn off the computer, the light, and close the bedroom door.
20 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow