Weakness
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:08 pm
People, rare, are drawn by passion (I did not yield brilliance)
but passion dims as do all whims
and I am just another housewife’s dalliance.
My weakness is it doesn’t turn off—
the mind just grinds on, burns red instead
of paling down to embers…
I go on burning, timelessly (I did not say agelessly).
The potter’s wheel never ceases (nor does the hamster’s),
a lump is made into a passable vessel
and a new one replaces it. Too long and an
idea, a person, a life always collapses under
questioning fingers.
My weakness is I’m not as human as
I want to believe, and yet my mistakes do
dog me.
Still…
what’s trite is often true.
but passion dims as do all whims
and I am just another housewife’s dalliance.
My weakness is it doesn’t turn off—
the mind just grinds on, burns red instead
of paling down to embers…
I go on burning, timelessly (I did not say agelessly).
The potter’s wheel never ceases (nor does the hamster’s),
a lump is made into a passable vessel
and a new one replaces it. Too long and an
idea, a person, a life always collapses under
questioning fingers.
My weakness is I’m not as human as
I want to believe, and yet my mistakes do
dog me.
Still…
what’s trite is often true.