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For the Poet



Not a lament
Not this one
there will be no thoughts here
of callous lovers
lonely evenings
or sterile tears over someone's parting.


No talk here
of empty promises
dreary liaisons
mournful trysts.


Rather ' choose
that these lines celebrate my sense of self
Intact despite these things
my eagerness to give again
and to hell with the odds.


Let this one
revel in my resilience
in my optimism
as ' enter the breach once more
with expectations undiminished
fully expecting that love will one day
be all it can
and should be.


© Tricia McCallum 2002

Foto © Walter J.Pilsak

Dieses Gedicht schuf 2002

Tricia McCallum aus Canada

zu meinem Bild von der Waldlichtung.

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