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
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Fix it, fix-ins, fixtures
So much madness, crazy
Stuff, so crazy you only
Can call it shit, crazy shit.
Just reach for the sides,
Sweet potatoes, they will
Save you, I like mine with
Out the marshmallows, I
Know, sweeter maybe is
Better, especially now, I
Agree. Pass the brussel
Sprouts, please. There's
A chandelier at the Met
That just makes me feel
Good, feel better. These
Lights go up before the
Curtain does. At the Met.
My way. Forward.
I could be a wiseass, back
Then, when I was far from
Wise, kind of knew little of
Sorrow, less of pure joy, a
Bit of okay days, and, to be
Fair, had my appreciation
For things that would come
To matter, to mean, to be
Important, have the weight
Of significance. So, yeah, I
Was an ass, a snotty kid, a
Bit wet behind the ears like
A mewling kitten, but I saw
Where all this was heading
And I followed in the right
Direction. Older and wiser,
But far from wise, I seek a
Path as straight, curved, as
Multi-directional, as I can. A
Path every wiseass knows
As her own. Her very own.
What do I know?
Italics on the do and on the know
Letter to myself, and,
Clearly, others. This
Letter may prove long.
A letter is long; it is not
«Note to self,« where
The "my" is omitted,
Left out because self-
Explanatory. Or just in
The interest of brevity.
Abbreviations often are,
Brief, that is, in the hope
Of being brief or briefer.
Letter to myself, to get
Back on track and no
Shortcuts, in the interests
Of brevity, of shortening
The inevitable advice, the
Words of wisdom gained
From the years the future
Inexplicably, relentlessly
Piled on, is time now to
Be my teacher, or yours.
Note to self, explore this
Further and farther as
Time passes. Back to that
Letter to myself, have I
Learned nothing from so
Many years of living? Do
I, must I hesitate to share
Some grain of enlightened
Understanding, my hard
Scrapped knowledge? Is
Knowing necessary? Or
Knowing better? Am I
Here to share insights
That you, too, may have
Made, even some in your
Younger years, your teens
Or thirties? What did I
Know in my forties that
Wasn't obvious when I
Turned eighteen? Was I
Smarter at 50 than I had
Been then? Are you? Oh,
Remember, I write this to
Myself, not you, not you,
Necessarily, but do play
Along. I was a ridiculously
Serious child. Did that fuel
Frivolousity, okay, not a
Word, as I matured? Am
I so much wiser that I can
Leave hints, the bread
Crumbs of a life best lived
On your doorstep? A letter
To myself from now to
Then. From now to Zen?
Tamara, really 