What we know of words upon a page
Read, learned over again until sated
In the richness found.
Then turn to the electronic blue haze
Where even words resonate, echoing fade.
For the sweetest lies, a believer craves.
Then scrolling over plastic flowers dancing,
The words of a lover’s refrain found
Written once too often
In wooing others
On the same blank cards
With pictures of bears.
The words like
Cheap plated jewelry’s shine
Turn black in the bitterness
On the day some thought
Something pure, pristine was born.
Then, finally, is it known the words
Of the poetic, the romantic
Are but rhetoric and lies
Written and said
More than once
But promised
For one.
The gravity, the gravity
A black hole.
I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the LGBTQ community since I was four years old and marched my Ken doll with all his little Ken accouterments to the big metal trash can in the yard. Yes, I dumped Ken, along with said accouterments, into the can and slammed the lid on. My two Barbie dolls lived happily ever after.
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