I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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9 April 2010

After the Wine

After the wine and the tim tams,
after the fish dinner, after
enjoying our favourite TV shows
together — we draw apart.
Suddenly he is enemy, suddenly
he is complaint, suddenly I
am at fault and the source of his
dissatisfaction.

It is the same story after all.
(The wise woman said,
‘All men are different but
all husbands are the same.’)
Everything I dream of
will not happen.

What I want in my old age
is peace and time to read,
and finish all the writing still unwrit.
I want to create our home
finally, in comfort and beauty
and in harmony.

I want to be where I am
and savour that.
What he wants
is money.


NaPoWriMo Day 9
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2 comments:

  1. Pearl11 April 2010 at 04:03

    first stanza is very strong.

    no diabetes and/or sugar crash to explain mood shift?

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 April 2010 at 07:07

    He does have diabetes! Good thought.

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