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Monday, August 29, 2005

Love Poem

A reed in the wind
Pushed near to the ground
Who could imagine the tensile strength
Of your will.

Constantly tested
Yet you feel no pressure;
Elusive spirit
More grounded than most.

Fascinating submersion
Of ego…
Able to totally immerse

In the field. And yet.

You are a man.
Of fragile nature,
almost delicate
In your sensibility.

I am wary of that … sensitivity.
In you, who sees through sheer pretense.
You forgive much …
But believe this: I never assume your generosity.

The reed can become stiff, and unyielding.
I want never to experience that cold, cold wind
That would be life
Without you.


Blogger Urban Chick said...

i'm kind of imagining/assuming that you are writing about your dear husband, because the person you describe is the person i have conjured up in my mind to be jim

am i right? (no need to confirm or deny!!)

10:36 AM

Blogger Kyahgirl said...

I'm glad you're sharing your poetry M. Its very touching.

8:08 AM


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