A hard day - writing, doing, planning more doing and writing.
Taking time now to feed my mind a little. I've chosen a poem from Sixty Women Poets.
Trespass by Connie Bensley
I turned to you
Smelling out warmth like a cat,
Preying on you decorously
For touch and comfort.
We always want more than we bargain for -
The particular tone of voice,
The special intimacy,
The exclusive offer.
To appear in your mind's eye
Couched in glowing terms
And under your hand in dreams
Was my desire.
But reality was more of the commonplace.
I learned to stand in line for your largesse;
To ask for nothing and to look for less.
Why did I choose this? I'm tired and I suppose the question of where we look for validation was bobbing below the surface. We should be sufficient to ourselves.
Taking time now to feed my mind a little. I've chosen a poem from Sixty Women Poets.
Trespass by Connie Bensley
I turned to you
Smelling out warmth like a cat,
Preying on you decorously
For touch and comfort.
We always want more than we bargain for -
The particular tone of voice,
The special intimacy,
The exclusive offer.
To appear in your mind's eye
Couched in glowing terms
And under your hand in dreams
Was my desire.
But reality was more of the commonplace.
I learned to stand in line for your largesse;
To ask for nothing and to look for less.
Why did I choose this? I'm tired and I suppose the question of where we look for validation was bobbing below the surface. We should be sufficient to ourselves.
