J.D. HESKIN

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The Poetry Of...
J. D. Heskin....................................................................

SHATTERED LOVE

If I really loved you, you said,
I would have licked a broken shard
until my tongue became the ribbons
that held our love together.
But I wouldn't do that.

MOVIE LOVE

I saw a movie last night about a man and a woman in England.
She was a nurse and he was a soldier in training for the great battle
that was to come: Normandy, June 6, 1944.

Both were married, and although neither intended to fall in love,
it happened. And that's how it goes in the movies. And maybe in life too,
but not to me.

I have grown old watching films of love--of unrequited love, of teen age love,
of May/December love, of misbegotten love, but mostly of love that triumphs
until the fade out in the last frame.

So what does this mean to one who has never known romantic love,
but has experienced it many times in films? I don't know, but maybe...

I'll ask the woman who sits in front of me at the movie theater. I have
seen her many times, always alone, usually crying about something,
or another.

Because of all that reel love we have shared together, she might
have some ideas about what real love is.

COGITO, ERGO SUM

I think, I know.
I come, I go.

I talk, I sing.
I have, I bring.

I seek, I find.
I bend, I bind.

I sleep, I wake.
I want, I take.

I drink, I sip.
I spill, I drip.

I sin, I pray.
I do, I pay.

I eat, I ate.
I woo, I mate.

I laugh, I cry.
I live, I die.

I am him, I am her.
I am them, I am sure.

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