Poem for the Figuring Out of Infatuation Part I

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Poem For the Figuring Out of Infatuation Part I

    What did I want from you?
    What was it that I craved
    that sent me careening after you
    like an un-tethered bumper car?
    I search my mind to find
    the why’s and the why not’s.
    First I come up with
    the obvious
    the romantic
    I was looking for love.
    But no
    that reeks of lies we tell ourselves.
    I thought I was looking for love
    or something nobler
    lost in an un-chivalrous world
    I wanted to shine my armor
    and believe that I had found the grail.
    I injured us both that way
    waving my sword as if I knew its purpose.
    what I actually wanted
    and hoped I had found
    was something more basic
    less archetypal and literary
    and more human.
    I wanted someone to teach me
    —no surprise that I found a teacher—
    a bit of how to experience life.
    Seeing in you someone
    who had certainly experienced
    was perhaps drowning in said experience
    I wanted to ask the questions
    or not ask the questions
    and still learn the answers
    or the beginning of the answers
    to what it means to experience a life.
    Quite a burden to put on anyone
    —teach me—
    too much I think
    and for that I apologize
    but as one apologizes
    after brushing someone accidentally
    on the street.
    I meant no harm.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: Beautiful!! Stunning!! Another work of genius!! Another masterpiece!! I love it!! You could be published somewhere, I believe. Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath and all the other wonderful women poets out there got nothin' on you!:wink: Thank you for sharing your work with us.:smile:


  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Thanks hun ::looks bashful and blushes:: awe shucks. Sylvia Plath attended my college. She's one of my heroes.
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