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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Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

22 September 2010


How considerate, how reasonable!
He tells me he’ll soon be nearby —
an opportunity in case I need
to see him; actually says that.

It’s a win-win (for him). I could give in
and agree, going against my word
and the reasons for it. Or refuse,
and demonstrate madness.

‘Look,’ he will show his friends —
‘my approach: so calm, so kind;
and her response: hysterical.
You can see that, can’t you?’

And they will. They see what he tells them.
Until they don’t, but that takes time.
Meanwhile he proves himself right
again. Why is that such a need?

I used to believe in his sweet reason.
I used to believe we could start over,
get it right finally. But not any more.
In private, the mask always drops.

30 Poems in 30 Days, 2010: 11
Prompt: A poem in which something gets faked or simulated.


  1. wow, sounds pretty thin-sliced and well-diced.

    think I met the same dude, or close enough.

  2. Then I hope he's not still around you!

  3. it's been 3 years. 6 times longer than ever so I think he's gone.