He throws a brash word
To touch her wings of mind,
She tosses it away like rind,
He laughs at her,
He tramples amok in her garden
Of her brainchild,
She deletes his image beguiled,
He is the vanished word
In the page of life.
Wishes him for better luck
Where angels’ tear drops
Bloom for him to pluck.
*A man in my town used to suggest I divorce and marry him.
He is brash and scornful about me being a writer. I rejected
him, of course. And I wished him for better luck with other
woman who is angel-like for him. To curve what sounds
a harsh part, I added some fun rhymes to the poem.
©Byung A. Fallgren