I find it interesting that people ask for what they want, receive it, and then look to other things almost immediately as if what they finally have is not enough. This poem is a reflection upon that phenomenon. Culture tells us the grass is greener in other homes, schools, cities, and towns, but perhaps the grass is green everywhere. We are only viewing it through a dirty lens. – C.P.H.
Logic races toward oblivion,
In a little black dress and heels.
Whispering words of love in your ear.
Reason waits in the house,
In yesterday’s shirt.
Wanting very badly to be held.
Passion consumes only in secret places,
Clad in lace and silk.
Tempting the beast that slumbers within.
Love lingers in the mundane,
Wrapped in a soft blanket.
Surrounding you with the smell of her.
Anger sits at the door,
In a black suit and tie.
Shouting obscenities at the lawn.
Bitterness creeps along the baseboards,
Swathed in ill-fitting jeans.
Choking down your advances in favor of sleep.
Indifference blindly maneuvers without care,
In dirty shorts.
Oblivious to the outside world.
Sadness drapes upon your shoulders.
In a warm, heavy coat,
Reminding you of love lost.
Excitement swells among the forbidden,
In dresses that reveal too much.
Promising dreams they can never fulfill.
Happiness glows in the unexpected,
With messy hair and a baggy T-shirt.
Saying be content with what you have.