Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Monday, January 31, 2005


Poetry reveals, you say,
And i raise an eyebrow
(Trying very hard, you see,
To look wise and highbrow).

For your poetry is your cape
My matador fair,
Your verse read, i charge, aflame,
But you’re no longer there.

Poetry reveals, you say,
Yes, i know that’s true.
It tells me lots about me,
And nothing about you.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

With or without your words

Your words?
They made me look.
i’ll admit that, no pretenses.

But no,
They’re not the hook.
i’ll take - happily - your silences.

You see,
It’s not the words so warm
That you so deftly spin

It’s where they come from
That wonderful heart within.

When they won’t play,
When tears, not words, glisten,

When you have nothing to say,
i’ll be here, to listen.

jawaab to this
January 2005