POETRY BOOK Stories in the stream of life
You know the story; Mom and Dad wage their own war, dropping emotional napalm on one another, bombing each other with cutting statements and shocking affairs, and then, in some rare moment of mental clarity, they kind of wonder a little bit about how all of this is affecting the children...
So here it is: "Co-Dependency"
For love of you, I have become like a bird on the wing,
flying far above pain, loss, or any other irritating thing.
For lack of you, I have become as a brute beast gone to ground
snapping, biting, breaking, all beautiful things anywhere around
It's just flat flabbergasting, how, even if we did not like each other,
we would still find a way to love one another…
There are times, during the quiet moments of night,
when I think of you, and my need for you
seems to settle somewhere between a shriek and a moan,
a screech from the pain, and, from the pleasure, a groan.
Our presence, yours with mine, settles within our two minds,
as unto some personal, pleasing purple haze
and stayed that way, until those unhappy days
when our passions crossed, and we fought.
That was when we became like two angry unicorns,
totally engrossed in stabbing each other with malevolent horns
we go that way and
there’s only insipid dissipation of that once - pleasing purple haze
still, the fight comes on, seeming that it will forever just go on
and on, but
it’s only a wave from the storm of what we call “our love.”
When it’s over and gone, one of us just sits and stares at the other,
while we both really wonder how the hell we bear so well
the strain of these too - long days when we’re stuck at home,
right next to one another…
But don’t you find it simply mentally mystifying
how our eyes cry only lonely loveless tears
whenever we’re apart and haunted by fears
that we’ll never see one another anymore?
And that’s just so dumb, isn’t it?
Can’t we step back a moment and see how that makes absolutely
We get - so tortured and tormented by one another’s absence
But so worn thin, unsettled within
whenever we’re afflicted with each other’s presence…
Now I don’t know what any other outside observer
would say that they see
But when I stand back and glance at it,
It looks like an incisive intimation of a sole destination;
A possibly fatal case
of “Co - Dependency”
(whatever that is)
Stephen W. Winslow