I would have wanted to be still
And quiet
As an undisturbed pond,
A mirror for the skies above,
Silently witnessing the passage of birds.
Alas, I am a woman speeding through life,
One bent on defining those hungers that give
No respite.
A woman refusing to delay self-gratification.
Someone flying skin close to evil,
Then howling her pain at the universe.
The comfort I sought lay not in
Your intellectual acrobatics.
Yet, I bear no regrets.
I leave you
As you lure the feeble-minded
With your talk.
And I…
Slowly, oh so slowly,
I turn away from your once-quiet fire.
Julieta Corpus
2/2011
Hi Julie!
I’m leaving comments on your poems. I like your poem “Reflections!” It’s sad when a relationship comes to an end.