I’ve been looking back at some of my earlier works of poetry and wondering if I might not republish them from my self-published book “Home Sometimes Is…A Lonely Place- Copyright 1994
PLAYING THE GAME
In the game of circumstance
I sought to conquer your passions,
intent on becoming the woman of your dreams-
Used feminine wiles
to tease you into certain submission…
Confidence led astray,
I became blined by my naivete
I sought to conquer you slowly,
enslave your manliness for all eternity.
You were clever,
a fox in sheep clothing,
It was you who captured me…
ILLUSIONS-
He said his name…Mystic
That he could do…Magic
Could place me up on a pedestal,
could have me touch the sky.
He said his name… Mystic
That he could do…Magic
Could lead me through the reality of his greated,
elaborate lie…
IN SEARCH OF SOLITUDE-
The rains came
to interrupt pleasant dreams,
invade private passions,
cause havoc upon her mind.
The rains came… strong
propelling Eagle wings,
permeating days into nights,
Exposing secrets kept preserved
like Winter fruits stored in washed out jars.
The rains came,
misplaced feelings gone asunder,
a specter uninvited,
caused emotions to trample upon her wish for solitude…
From “HOME SOMETIMES IS…A LONELY PLACE.”
I feel like I’ve just returned to Bountiful!
How do you feel after reading aged works?
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