Shy Memories  

rm_Sallypus 53F
1056 posts
3/9/2006 4:23 am

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11/10/2006 8:47 pm

Shy Memories

Oh, I know there are some
just ROLLING at that
sure Lady, you of the devil may care
Mae West hip shot
toe deep chuckle,
doing the doe-y eyed
dewy lipped
looking anywhere but at him,
toe scuffing,
lip biting,
damn I hope
he does not see my heart pound
anguish that reminds me
that sixteen wasn't sweet.
How could I have grown
in all sorts of ways,
and still gibber
when it comes to the great
loves me, loves me not
burning doubt?
And they call it connection,
but it is fine
thin
ephmeral as cotton candy,
goofy was the valentine hearts
that made Necco famous.
And the only time I do not feel
like the gods' greatest fool
is when I push away
the moon struck calf in my soul
and just speak.
I am fine so long as I pretend
that he is simply words on paper.
Words I understand...
can respond to appropriately...
but let me remember
that he is a man,
and it's game over
Sayonara sweetie,
and a mad rush
to get my foot in my mouth,
my heart on my sleeve,
and my tongue in a knot
I wish he would untangle
very damned slowly.
Instead I am absurd at 41,
trying to figure how the hell
shy became my only speed...


chickeata 48M/45F
2 posts
3/10/2006 10:28 pm

Did you really just write that yesterday?


chickeata 48M/45F
2 posts
3/10/2006 10:29 pm

I can barely describe in words what I felt when I read this.


interested13563 54M
2557 posts
3/13/2006 4:25 pm

Very beautiful poem. It has depth of feeling,
flexible contemporary expression. It looks
in the mind and feelings. I loved it.


wantonwill 61M

3/16/2006 4:58 pm

Wowsers....if this is shy......please continue!


rm_Happyfree50 68M
76 posts
8/26/2006 4:17 pm

Sally

You have touched a chord that seems to reverberate through all of us. I can't, obviously, speak as a woman, however just know that we men go through the same type of anguish, self-doubt, underestimations of self worth and just plain fear of making contact with a woman we want to learn to love. The whole deal is about taking a risk and knowing that sometimes you will win and more often you will get a kick in the ego... very distressing choices to make for all of us.

Great poem.... Thanks for sharing.

Be well

Ed


surfswimmer 62M

10/31/2006 11:53 pm

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