Is it love, or vanity that demands
You be faithful while I enjoy a flirt
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
My freedom ringed by an embrace
Love should never be so absolute
As to exclude all other possibility.
Love is possibility, like an embrace
It encircles everything and holds
Firm the heart, held yet free, not to
Explore beyond the embrace but to
Soar in its inevitability, held free,
Held fast, embraced, encircled in
Love, exclusive but free to explore
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
Is it love, or is it vanity holding us
Fast, faithful in love, free to soar
Category Archives: Against the odds
Topsy turvy
Rule of thumb, or follow the
Vernacular guidelines, in the
Patois of compliance, do as
You are told. That's a rule of
Thumb. Obey, execute, do as
You are told. Comply with, be
Observant and fulfill orders.
Adhere to whatever, although
It's not scientific or evident or
Based on evidence. It's a rule
Of thumb, it approximates the
Rules that ought to guide us,
But is not so precise as to be
Demanding or insistent. It's a
Rule meant to be followed on
The bias, zigzag, not a straight
Line. It's a rule of thumb which
Is not so much a rule, as a bit
Of a guideline, a suggestion to
Think on. Rule of thumb is no
Rule at all, with the thumb on
The scales, justice is turned to
Injustice, the scale unbalanced
Unhinged, the rule o'erweighed
By the print of the thumb, rules
Crushed. The scales overturned
The rule of thumb gone astray
Legacy
What purpose gives you
The fulfillment of a heart
Yearning to do well, and
Leave a legacy worthy of
A purposeful heart? Does
It arise from the passage
Of time past, passing year
And year upon decade, as
If being duely relentless is
Its whole purpose, as if it
Can fill the heart with a
Direction, with purpose
Hold on….
Your friends will cluck over
How deeply misaligned you
Are. You will feel it, too. You
Know there is a gap, a divide.
When love seems impossible,
You dig in deeper and hold on
More stubbornly. It is you who
Knows why you love. It is you
Who knows what you love, it,
Your love, is not impossible. It
Is yours. You know why, you
Know that love is personal, it
Is yours, to hold on to, to dig
Into, stubbornly, and with all
Your heart. When love seems
Impossible, when you and he
Are so different that love is
Cast over a chasm, you dig
In deeper, hold on stubbornly,
You've got this, it's yours.
Tamara, really 