Part Of Me Or Parted Me?
Part Of Me Or Parted Me?
The light of words
my only hope
The darkness of casuistry
Her only fear
My fingertips
oozing strength, passion
and calm
Her eyes,
reflecting
a riot of conscience
I lived for my poetry
and prose
She died in fictions
to be a mortal in her columns
earmarked pages,
faded roses,
And my jabber with
words
Edited magazine articles
In house style guides
and her riot with bigotry
weaving a
world less worldly
Untangling the
world affairs, less human
A poetess
A columnist
I felt
She claimed
I wrote
She wrote
Quest for words.
Ink smudged finger tips.
A battle
to calligraph
what is felt.
Different yet one.
Is she
A part of me or a parted me?