the past, from my Sorbonne days, intruding on my present day life
one I have skirted, savouring words,
then discarding them, I litter
fragments of paper with ideas,
only to toss them away.
Too harsh, to deep, too strewn
with alliterations, obliterating
the undeniable truth of it all.
I am not in love with you,
I do not need to be rescued,
you cannot cure what is not there,
life is something precious
not a necessity to share.
I am not this fragile person,
you seem to be under the illusion of,
yes, I spend my days, quite often
in just the solitariness of one.
I did not choose, yet life is choice,
the future, well its out there somewhere,
It just does not include you.
I can change light bulbs,
drag in the coal and wood,
I do eat sensibly, I am intractable
and irascible woman.
I carry burdens, I don't bend,
perhaps I falter, from time to time.
I don't need a halter to rein me in.
No, is an answer and a choice,
love is an option but not with you.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-02-10 at 14:41
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Irascible Woman
So, I tell the truth, the unavoidable,one I have skirted, savouring words,
then discarding them, I litter
fragments of paper with ideas,
only to toss them away.
Too harsh, to deep, too strewn
with alliterations, obliterating
the undeniable truth of it all.
I am not in love with you,
I do not need to be rescued,
you cannot cure what is not there,
life is something precious
not a necessity to share.
I am not this fragile person,
you seem to be under the illusion of,
yes, I spend my days, quite often
in just the solitariness of one.
I did not choose, yet life is choice,
the future, well its out there somewhere,
It just does not include you.
I can change light bulbs,
drag in the coal and wood,
I do eat sensibly, I am intractable
and irascible woman.
I carry burdens, I don't bend,
perhaps I falter, from time to time.
I don't need a halter to rein me in.
No, is an answer and a choice,
love is an option but not with you.
Poetry by Elle
Read 590 times
Written on 2013-02-10 at 14:41
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