“My love”, I said

“A poem for you.”

She looked at it

then continued anew

the filing of her nails.


This I will always

love of you

and why I will

set it in human stone,

why I will forever kiss

the failing that you drag,

love you straight through

the holes in my socks.


It is that you refuse

to glance sideward.

Beauty, your prophetic chin

pointed ahead into that heaven

where you are above it all.


My poetry but the sound

of coins falling into tin cups,

useful in this world

but not where you tread

far beyond this beggar’s roar

the capabilities of my love,

up high, into a next made without hope

hope, this world, this poet cannot evade


always looking sideways, never just to be

always writing poems while you file your nails.

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5 Responses to “Why”

  1. George

    Such a relief after the Crises… To hear the loving words, beautiful words. But still both are real, two sides of one coin.

  2. ellen

    I don’t get the appeal of this dynamic.

    I don’t get the dynamic of this poem.

    From what I can see here, she seems cold.

    I also didn’t get the appeal of gentle tyrant.

    To me, that is a warning.

    Of course, I see all these poems through how I would advise my sons. A mother wants her son to be fully and warmly loved, she doesn’t care much about the rest.

    Insomnia brings bluntness!

  3. George

    I hesitated wheather to comment your strong words Ellen, but finally I said why not? I think that:

    1) poems should not be taken literally, all the imagination and creativity would come off badly

    2) all is written is “only” a reflection of a mental/internal world of a writer, a thousand times distorted reality (but what is reality??); from this perspective I would not dare to judge any person, the only thing you can judge is the poem itself

    3) (probably most controversial;-) I believe that as a parent you never can/should say who is good enough for your children; for what is good for you need not be good for them (I see this especially in mother/son relationship); everybody is different and seeking for different things in life and because I associate myself with the idea that children are only lent to us, there are choices that I would let fully up to them

  4. ellen

    I am responding to the poem, George! What else could I be responding to? I have no idea how closely this poem aligns to reality. And reality is so subjective, even when one is experiencing it directly! I’m just saying, I don’t get this kind of love, as it is described in the poem… and then I offer up a reason why I might not be getting it, because of the life perspective I am coming from.

    The nice thing about parenting is, by it’s nature, you can do it your way and I can do it mine! :D

    When I tell my children what I “see” in their relationships, it is with no sense of power or expectation. All my children ask me what I see, it’s not threatening to them and it doesn’t appear that they feel any compunction to follow my advice! But when something counts, is going to be important, they (all of them, Adele included) seek out what I think. I’ve never felt like I have the final say in anything (I can barely do that for myself) but somehow it is part of their data gathering process on their way to making decisions. I feel honored by that, sometimes I feel burdened by it (unspoken, but I think, how can I know? I can barely function myself), and a little proud because I know I’ve earned that trust with them. I give it my best shot.

    George, they will ask me about anything. You would be surprised.

    How the hell did this get onto my parenting skills?!

    George, I am capable of separating what is good for me from what might be good for them. You’re not really loving someone if you don’t do that. Besides, most of the time I can’t even tell what is good for me, or if I can figure that out, I can’t get myself to do it anyway. I am very open about that- I don’t pretend to know everything or have done everything right with my children (can read that line both ways).

    Of course, if I saw something I knew for sure was destructive, such as child or spousal abuse, or true drug/alcohol addiction, I would throw myself in front of a moving truck (figuratively) if that would stop it. Probably wouldn’t, but I’d have to give it a go.

  5. ellen

    Just remembered something I was going to explain. The reason I didn’t include Adele in my original response and say advice I would give my children is… because of the difference in sex roles and how, at the end of the day, there is still a power and a responsibility- for-raising children differential between men and women, Adele’s mate must love her fully and warmly (yes this is a judgment, I think it is a universal truth for happiness in a marriage or strong mating), but it’s also important that he has a deep sense of responsibility. Bluntly, that when push comes to shove, he will do whatever is necessary to support the family. That’s if she’s intending to have children with him. And Adele does at some point want to have children.

    I don’t think of this in the same way with Chucky and Timmy. I don’t worry about the sense of responsibility in their future wives- I just assume there will be enough of it. Almost all women have this towards their children.

    Also, I end up loving whoever they bring home. I ask fondly about their past loves YEARS after they have let them go. My dog-pack nature.

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