MY DEFECTIVE LOVE
This morning before coming fully awake
these words were whispered in my ear, "love is never a mistake."
But there must have been something wrong with my love,
something defective, a flaw, an arrogance I didn't know of.
God must have taken offense, He humbled me so,
and from that height unbearable I was brought so low.
From this anguish is but one only lesson I can see
beyond that of preserving my sanity:
I did not value at all, or sufficiently,
the love of others for me, as does not she.
NOT ONE WORD
'Tis a lost and lonely man I am cast upon these bureaucratic shores as flotsam
all but lifeless after my ship of self snagged so recently upon the coral shelf. . .
and upon this shore, this barren, brown beach
what is there to greet me but a fog so dense I may not it breach
and yet not one word from a friend . . .
ONE SON, GONE
One son, gone
twenty years of age,
heart breaking,
soul taking,
like a woman takes
love, grows up and leaves.
One woman, gone
fifty-one
like a son,
gone.
Copyright 2000 © Ronald L.Haun
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