Posted in Poetry

Social Incongruity

He held my attention with lengthy conversations

just the way I like it,

but much to my destruction.

I was behind enemy lines,

lost the peace once defined,

but only for a time,

because I didn’t lose my mind.

I got off my high horse,

got my head from out the clouds,

rolled up my sleeves and dug in deep,

willed myself not to sleep,

pressed beyond the foggy sheet

of love that sought to make me weep.

I found my way back to my senses,

this is the place I best remain,

to grow and build a solid base,

without frills or strings

and such attachments

but with the real thing,

that’s what I bring.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s