Showing posts with label opposites attract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label opposites attract. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Flick-her


Opposites attract each others
Curiosity
At first sight
Rapture is often mistaken for 
Attraction,
an alternating current-
Notice the friction...
Sparks are not always a promising sign,
nor an indicator of warmth,
as in
A promise to burn.




Painting by Martin Ferdinand Quadal (1736-1811), 'By the light of the candle', c. second half of the eighteenth century, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons. 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

A Difference of We


You check the radar                                                    I look at the sky
             who knows how far                                                   dreams and wishes fly
You balance the books                                                I devour them
            catching corporate crooks                                           counting sins condemn
You write checks                                                        I scribble poetry
            as a mirror reflects                                                       only what one can see
You make cash to spend                                             I make heads and tales
You whom I depend                                                               especially when my plan fails          
You swig beer to relax                                                I gulp coffee to think fast
           tense about some tax                                                    calculating the past
You who have jumped from a plane                           I have only danced in the rain
You can sleep late and snore                                      I rise early and fall fast
            on the couch, chair bed or floor                                  blinking the hours past
You want to erect and build                                       I like to break things down
             happy when the schedule's filled                               happy to get out of town
You are often confused by me                                   I have figured out and see
            alone is the only free                                                   add it up-in summary
            Plus the prose                                                              Less the cons
            as a duck one knows                                                   about a bevy of swans
You are growing older                                                I am aging slightly
            getting bolder                                                              forgetting politely
You are left                                                                 I am right
            romance bereft                                                            passionless night


Perhaps growing apart,
is my newest work of art.
Adding it up is where I'll start,
this analyzation of the heart.
Our desire to be free,
results in a different kind of We.
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Image "A Difference of Opinion", 1897 (Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts) by Lawrence Alma-Tadema [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons








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