Modeling

Steely Silence
If a man calls himself a poet
(and many do)
he is expected to charm you
with his speech
Yet the time for speaking
Is best
A formal time
And speech best
When prepared / for a purpose.
Dinner time is for eating
And afternoon for reading.
Night for sleep and love.
Most talk is simple communication
“Pass the butter”
“How do you get to the post office”
“What is your name”
Yet talk is often created
Where none need be.

Forgive me
I have no light conversation.
Forgive me
I have no literary or witty remarks.
My nature is dark
I am heavy to walk with
And silent in the company of friends.
I am limited to the subjects
Most people discuss.
My tongue is my weapon
I only use it
In moments of danger.
Forgive me then, for my silence

It is a sign of trust.

By: Diane Wakoski

Everyone’s Con

You know the way around
The grinding footsteps you must make
On the earth’s solid surface
Either way you go
The difficulty is still intense
It may convey the impression of simplicity
And what the fact is about the truth
Your soul is truly charming
Yet is shaded by the dark tree of vitality
As you try to make it sunny
A delirious mask hides the true affections
Because it makes the way too difficult
Without it
Without you

And I’m here
I won’t leave and abandoned
the alone
Only if their yearning
is to be just that
I will be there though
standing in knowing
that is not what is craved
that another mind is what
the heart beats for