Shaky promises

We make one another
Elaborate, often religious,
Promises of a lifetime of fulfillment.
We deliver each other,
Days and hours of flaws,
Sprawling out in sweats and humanness
The makeup of our personas smudged.
Helplessness and separation
Pepper our joys and intimacies.
Still having vast spaces of emptiness
And unspoken longings.
The bonds of our old promises
Stretch thin,
At the same time a deeper devotion grows,
Wraps around us with knotted threads of loyalty.
Contradictions all!
All of our days;
All of our ways.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

it's simpler for birds, i think, the binding of bonding...with us, making promises through the doorway of passion, not counting on the ongoing counting of slights, the contra-dictions...if it wasn't for the great mother archetype of nurture, the whole damn universe would fly apart--which it seems to be doing anyway...sorry i missed you, which i do

[J]

Simple yet intricate. And always so poignant.

[Marie]

Once you make a promist you set it up to be broken.

[Emily B]

i have been very foolish in my youth, hoping that age will bring wisdom :)