Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, April 1, 2014



 There are things we kept secret
After all, who wants to know everything
about the one they love?
Mystery is more enticing than mundane
and the unknowable is irresistible

So there are things we kept secret
after even decades had passed
and thousands of nights in the same bed
There are words we never spoke
Wishes we never shared

Walking around with dark glasses on
we bumped into edges of expectations
and tripped over each others'  hopes
until we were both so bruised
it hurt to be around each other

There are things we kept secret
after they didn't matter any more
after we bled until there was no more blood
when it was time
to either mend the holes
or die.


Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! This is painful, but so full of truth. All of us have secrets hidden within.

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is a great sense of progression in this poem - from the outset of a relationship and the way it changes over time. The third stanza expresses so much through the metaphor and the conclusion is sterling.

Helen said...

So glad I came back for one more look-see! Your poem packs quite a punch ...

M. A. S. said...

What a poem for me to come back to your blog on!
This poem really makes me smile, which was probably not the reaction you were going for. But OH I LOVE IT. I kind know exactly what you mean.

not displayed said...

Love this. Very powerful

Pat Tillett said...

Not easy to admit, but it is so true. Very nice poem.

I really like the line, "Walking around with dark glasses on, we bumped into edges of expectations and tripped over each others' hopes..."