marketa lets it be known

that poems about walks in the park 

have become tiresome

her frustration is understandable

how many times 

can the same story be told

i want to be nuanced, not boring

not predictable, but those

are qualities that define my life as of now

silently, i defend myself, the poems 

are true, perhaps relatable

the journey, the experience, the coming home

‘where my love lies waitin' silently for me’

i suspect there will be more such poems