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Loving the Difficult One
by Lisa Marie BrodskyLike yelling, like snapping turtle,
like tip-toes, a dancing topography,
sniffing the air to get a taste,
like hiding. Like loving because
like loving despite and fearing a raised voice,
arms torn away, such savagery.
Like a chance to prove,
redemption,
a gift.
Like learning to skate on water,
asking the question, why me?
and getting a shushed mouth.
Like unconditional love
masquerading as a piece of pie.
But closing eyes,
forgetting, breaking the spine in a love accident.
Like learning tricks in billowing sleeves.
Petting the cat. Kind fur.
Like learning to love a beard again.
Stand up. Trust the weatherman.
Yes, it will rain. It will rain shouts.
It will rain giant pauses.
The turtle will snap
up
and down.
Potholes never fail to amaze
with their forgiveness.
11/25/2004 Posted on 11/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/11/08 at 07:43 PM "if you could only see
what love has made of me
then i'd no longer be, in your mind,
the difficult kind.
'cause babe, i've changed."
- sheryl crow 'the difficult kind' made me think of that. |
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