Thursday, November 8, 2018

Poem of PERFORMING THE PLAY "LOVE LETTERS"


Performing the PlayLove Letters”
On a stage reading some imaginary Love Letters
with each other, to and for those paying guests,
entertaining ghostly times when our own breasts
shuttered with passion escaping reason's fetters.
Pat and I remembered the times when we hurt
each other when our egos got in our love's way,
pouting so that mere kindness won't hold sway,
selfishly digging our feet still deeper in the dirt.
She and I learned how life was much too short
for us holding on to agendas, postures and lies,
finding we needed to nourish hope before it dies
from prideful neglect, to answer in some court.
As we read the letters, we took the time to listen
to silence, as eyes of audience, and ours, glisten.

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