Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Women We

Women We 

Aspirations so simple
Wanting nothing more
Than love and joy,
To dance through life
With an enchanting smile.

Tears bleak in confusion
Tear endless holes
As they fall through our lives,
Oh, was it really asking too much
Just to be happy?

Choices made
With hopes held high
Until the complications,
Tumble down the incline
Threatening to bury us alive.

Where is the line
Between wrong and right 
And whose fault is it anyway,
When the bubbles burst
As everything falls apart?

The romantics never told us
Not once was it ever said
That life would be so cruel,
Devouring indiscriminantly
Even the simplest of dreams.


Paul Squires said...

Very cool poem, Lakota. Careful and close around the idea and soft swinging rhythm.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Yeah, that line about the romantics. And the movie makers, too. Don't forget them.