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.
Friday, 11 December 2015
The Casual Affair
Why is it,
He cannot allow himself to love her?
To give his whole self,
Openly and honestly.
Yet he longs for her caress,
Her lithe body against his,
And her voice in his ear,
Soft and low.
She will give,
And give, to her very soul,
Yet he does not trust.
He is honest when he tells her,
That he cannot commit,
But she hopes he is lying.
For fear that he will be hurt,
He holds back,
And hurts them both.
Labels:
human frailty,
love,
relationships
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