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Living on the Borderline

The whole house walks on eggshells

Crunch, crunch, crunch

Shhh, you’ll make a loud noise

And upset her during lunch

And then the dinner hour

Lasts a fortnight long

Until you can repeat the game

Of doing nothing wrong

Pay the woman homage

Give her some repair

But don’t dare say the wrong thing

And start up the despair

Of never knowing which way

The winds do blow that day

Nor whether your inflection

Will something ill-toward say

Like dreaming that you hate her

Although you came to play

Then walking just so, lighter

an angel on the way

Then talk a little softer

Of the good things that you brought

But leave your joy beside you

And leave your love in thought

For the bounty of the wary

Is the content of your thought

It’s all about the leaving

The kingdom of the naught

And the words that say “I love you”

Were the feelings that she fought

So her quest could end with drama

and the denial that she sought.

 Copyright - Jefferson Rowland, 2009

Poems:  Winter Moments | Fabrication | Full Moon Promise | Mothers Nature | The Field  | Those Days | In Their Shadow