Saturday, 18 February 2012
Apparently, I wasn't always as happy as I am now. I imagine, too, that I am not as happy now as I will be. But, we'll wax philosophical another time ;-) For this time and purpose, I'm sharing one of the poems I wrote just as I had exited my teenage years. Seriously, I'm looking over these poems in this practically dust-covered book and going, "What was I thinking?" Well, I kinda know. For the most part, I was in love. You can't really tell a teenager that what he/she is feeling isn't love. So, most of my poems from that time had to do with love, as I knew it. That, or my quest to discover life as I'd come to know it. I've tried, in sharing a few of these, to resist the urge to edit. The better writer / older woman / inner editor is having a tough time, but, here it is, as it was.
Can I...borrow your dream?
It's funny but it seems
Yours is so much brighter,
Filled with more...more hope.
Mine, on the other hand, is doped
With inhibitions, doubts and longstanding
Evidence (caused by a misunderstanding)
That it will not be realized.
So, before I lose
All faith in my future,
May I borrow yours for a minute?
While I try to suture
My edges, which I've all but gone over.
It's like crimson and clover,
Black and white. No shades of grey.
You either have one, or you don't.
Dare you lend me your dream?
I'll either return it, or I won't.
July 6, 1991