In desperation she asked,
"What am I for?"
"What is my purpose?"
"What do you want from me?"
But she knows he will not answer,
For he does not know what she means?
She speculates...
Perhaps, when she caresses him,
She is proof that he is of value.
Perhaps she gives his life structure and purpose.
Something outside of himself to care for.
Concrete validation,
That, what he does each day is worthwhile.
He is almost too grateful for her attentions.
He will never impose his wants, needs or desires.
When criticised he crumples.
He remains constant,
And wants no other occupation,
Than to be with her.
Yet...
He hides from her.
Proffers no opinion,
Commits to no decision.
Abstains.
Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
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Wednesday, 12 August 2015
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