Crossroads
By Len Morgan
Why does he want me beside
him in the middle of the night?
Snuggling close and
warming me in the absence of the light.
During the day he does his
own thing, never seeking to share,
Whistling and talking to
himself as though I weren’t even there.
Come the night, he seeks
me out as sure as night follows day
And as always I relent it
seems the easiest way.
I cook and sew and plan
and shop, watch TV if there’s time
I sit and think and have a
drink and ponder that’s no crime!
Should we exist as in a
play just acting out a mime
staying together passion
spent existing, killing time?
Though all is gone we talk
till dawn instead of counting cost
Should I stay or walk away
to seek the magic we’ve lost…
Yes Len, definitely a poem because, (A) the structure, 3 stanzas comprising 4 lines in each, (B) the use of rhyming couplets and (C) some of the lines written are not complete sentences. So Len, a poem that leaves the reader to make a guess as to who has written it. I would say it sounds like a wife's lament. However, it could, in this day and age, be written by a male. Maybe you can unravel the truth !!
ReplyDeleteI was reviewing old journals, didn't even think I'd written any poetry in the 2001's but there it was; no idea where it came from except I never posted anybody else's work in those journals.
DeleteMore food for thought. And my thought for what its worth is 'its never too late to walk away'
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