The latest installment of Poet’s Corner, presented by the Edmonds-based EPIC Poetry Group.
“I love you and I will always be faithful to you.”
No doubt he meant it on the day and the year of the postmark.
So little time from moon to rising moon;
in his need for novelty, the eye was wandering by noon.
What is the harm, he reasoned, as he kindled a spark
by texting the identical promise to someone new.
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In the beginning, we ate lots of sugary junk.
There was scarcely any room for wholesome food.
Instant gratification arose from blithe attitude.
Sweets were empty calories—but we were young!
Today, in my middle years, it is clear to me
we cannot live for the sugar high alone.
The distance between the two of us has grown.
Addiction to sweet desire sets you free.
I wonder: what was missing from your life?
Know that now the something missing is me.
The time has come to go our separate ways.
I trusted you; your betrayal cut me like a knife,
but better to brandish the truth than live a lie,
better to respect myself to the end of days.
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As a Rose Unfolds Itself
For my daughter
Stunned to hear your marriage is falling apart,
I look to see you sad, defeated, but no!
You are energized—fired up and ready to go.
The unencumbered life gladdens your heart.
As a rose unfolds itself,
there is always an exact time
when beauty is most compelling.
For you, that time is now.
I wrote these lines when you were twenty-one.
Society believes that beauty will have its say
briefly before a long denouement of decay.
Wrong. The unfolding of beauty is never done.
Unlike the athlete whose turn on the stage is short,
beauty draws from character to counter age.
A woman’s poise and wisdom keep the page
from turning; they keep the book from snapping shut.
Character powers the engine that drives the train
along a set of tracks uniquely yours.
This time belongs to you. Enjoy the years
to come as your own master of heart and brain.
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