Looking the Same

A wind tossed sky with clouds far flung
I grasp for meaning in the sky
Shout with fervor as they pass by

Midnight heavens with stars high hung
To stop their motion is my dream
Or pause their light and still their gleam

Hold time still like when I was young
Recall the angry words you’ve said
I apologize before bed

Wish away all the hurt that stung
The wounds will heal it just takes time
True love exists beneath the slime

Sweet love words dripping from your tongue
Nothing changes its all the same
Come to you when you call my name

This is a Constanza, a poem of 5 or more 3 line stanzas with 8 syllables per line. The trick is the rhyme scheme – a/b/b a/c/c a/d/d a/e/e a/f/f etc. where the first line of each stanza creates a monorhyme poem that could stand alone.

I was listening to a conversation in the booth behind me at a restaurant. I can’t help but hear when people discuss in public what should be private. It was disturbing. There are far too many women who are so desperate for connection that they accept and normalize abusive behavior. The conversation was of one woman pouring out her woes to her friend. I have to give the friend credit, she tried to tell her friend that what she was experiencing was NOT love. But there was no penetrating the belief that he really did truly love her.

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