Monday, August 31, 2009

To a Hollering Phantom (poem years after divorce)

On the shore, he stood, while I drifted on the sea to icecaps.
My heart left him. He says he left me hoping, he believes.

In a home, perhaps that's warm, you comfort
that self-declared real man. You wear the rings I did
once, gold on your finger, leash in your nose.

In dreams you come, a shadow on the side
aisle of a candel lit chapel.

In dreams he follows me with clumsy negotiations.
Once his wife but content to walk free,
I am forever enthroned.

He is singing me in the public square. You will feel used.
He is writing a life lyric: You are his wife but I am his muse.

I would weep for you but you never wept for me.
You have made your bed, now sleep uneased.

My favorite song is "Free!"

(c) 2009 Nordette N. Adams

1 comment:

msladyDeborah said...

Umm..interesting..and very cleansing for you. I am curious to know exactly when this poem birthed itself? What was on your mind at that moment?