Sixty-seven:
You Are a Better Person for Having LovedYou cared. You became involved. You learned to invest yourself. Your interaction permitted loving and caring.
Even though you lost, you are a better person for having loved.
You were the best of loves,
you were the worst of loves
and you left behind several
unintended gifts:
Through you I re-examined my
need (uh, desire?) for
one significant other to
share my life. You commanded in
me an unwilling (but
probably much-needed)
re-evaluation of self, behavior patterns
relationshipping, & a corresponding change
in attitudes; i.e. growth.
I'm nicer to people.
I'm more in touch with my feelings
the things and persons around me, life.
And, of course, a scattering of poems
(the best of poems, the worst of poems)
that never would have happened
without your disruptions.
Thanks.
Love,
no matter what
you feel it for,
is still love.
The object does not
change the emotion.
But the emotion
quite often
changes the object.
The need you
grew
still remains.
But less and less
you seem the way
to fill that need.
I am.
The difference between
love and loving
is the difference between
fish and fishing.
I am not
a total
stranger.
I am a
perfect
stranger.
Someday we are going to be lovers.
Maybe married.
At the very least, an affair.
What's your name?
Maturity
is a very
magical
thing
Now you see it,
now you don't.
I've heard a lot
about the dangers of
living beyond one's means.
What worries me, however,
is my current habit of
living beyond my meanings.
Perfect joy and
perfect sorrow.
One following another,
following another.
The poles, the extremes,
of emotional life, and
all points in between.
Following one another.
Following one another.
Gently up, gently down,
like the ocean under a boat.
I don't want
to build my
life around you,
but I do want to
include you
in the building
of my life.
It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't
work out?
Ah,
but what if it does?
I don't know
how to lose.
That's part of the problem.
I don't know
how to win, either.
That's the other part.
help me.
show me that
I can love with
out
fears, frustrations,
falsehoods, hesitations.
show me the
face of
god.
The world is good.
I feel whole & directed.
Touch my Joy with me.
I cannot keep
my smiles
in single file.
We are such
good friends
you & I.
After being
with you
for only
a little while
I
no longer
relate to
sadness.
I have this
great poem on
procrastination--
I'll send it to you
real soon.
As soon as
I write it
down.
I know our
time together
is no more.
Then why do
words
come to mind
that call you
back?
Why do I plan
lifetimes
that include
you?
Why do I
torture
myself
with love
I never felt
while you were
here?
It's been two years
since we talked last.
You lead a church choir
somewhere.
The pauses between your
sentences are longer.
More pregnant--or so
you would like the world
to believe. They make me
as uncomfortable as
ever.
"A person out of the past"
you keep saying, unwilling
to accept my present.
Questions answered by questions.
Statements questioned by silence.
Your ambiguity and my ambivalence
clash again,
for the last time.
The difference between
"a1one"
and
"a11 one"
is
1
(me),
and a little space.
write
them
this way.
Put words that you want to
stand
out
on separate lines.
Forget
every
thing
"they" taught you about
poetry
in
school.
Do this three or four times. Keep it up. You'll get a poem. Honest.
Rule 1: Line for line, poetry need not rhyme.
Rule 2: Honest, clear expression of a fully felt experience is what poetry is all about.
This poem
is a kiss
for your mind.
The cosmic dance
to celestial melodies,
free form within
patterns of precise
limitations.
The painting I know
so well. The canvas
I want to learn,
and, perhaps,
someday,
the artist.
In taking,
I get.
In giving,
I receive.
In being loved,
I am filled full.
In loving,
I am fulfilled.
The greatest gift
is to fill a
need unnoticed.
The world outside
is a mirror,
reflecting the
good & bad
joy & sorrow
laughter & tears
within me.
Some people are
difficult mirrors
to look into,
but you
I look at you
and I see
all the beauty
inside of me.
I am worthy.
I am worthy of my life and
all the good that is in it.
I am worthy of
my friends and their friendship.
I am worthy of spacious skies, amber waves
of grain and purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain. (I am worthy, too,
of the fruited plain.)
I am worthy of a degree of happiness
that could only be referred to as
"sinful" in less enlightened times.
I am worthy of creativity,
sensitivity and appreciation.
I am worthy of peace of mind, peace on Earth,
peace in the valley and a piece of the action.
I am worthy of God's presence in my life.
I am worthy of my love.
CONGRATULATIONS!
My love and
God's Light
be with you
in all that
you are and
in all that
you do.