They wrote me off
so I wrote myself in

Good Times
they seldom last
but take care of themselves

Bad times
they often last
unless you take care of them yourself

Relationship FICKLE mistress
Kept convenience, all consuming

Relationship FLEETING clouds
Dry, wry, thunderstorm

Relationship FRAGILE china
Chipped, pickled with emotions

Relationship FRIGID spouse
One with one self, one that stays

for many of us
love arrives unannounced
and one day
you acknowledge and recognise it
then it keeps changing
its shape, size, color, sound and smell
and you ask,
what’s wrong with you, hope you are well
and it answers
“Yes, but I hope you are doing well.”

Can i add just one dash of color
to your all black wardrobe
your black and white photography
your dark poetry
your cup of coffee
Can I be the colorful imperfection
in your perfect dark world

Are you sure?
It asks,  
so you can change your mind.
Yes, I say, frustrated, exasperated
and watch it move into the recycle bin.
Scripts, prose, ditties and lines
rejected, superfluous or just don’t seem fine
Thoughts, idioms, metaphors in disharmony
chucked into the gunny
to be dumped to clear space
or to be recycled as part of another dream.