LOVE TRAP

LOVE TRAP

Just You and Love

Your love was not enough

To stray my course

Though you begged for me to stay

I have left you lone – just you and Love

A cold and wintry day

Your love was not enough

To slow my pace

In fact, Love hastened me to go

I have left you lone- just you and Love

Lonely heart and soul

This is a sample of one of the poems I entered into a local poetry contest. I wrote this poem for a guy I was dating for about six months, and of course it didn't work out.  Mostly because he was a habitual liar and I could catch him every time.  No, I'm not exaggerating this and it isn't because I'm someone's mom. He was lying like this:  "Let me just borrow your phone for a minute, I just need to talk to my Mom about this weekend" so I hand over my phone and there he is dialing and then chatting wildly to "Mom" and I hear the recorded operator in the background saying "please hang up and dial again" - DUDE let me see my phone!  Technology tells me that this guy just dialed 123456789 and MOM is not on the line.  Lies can be complicated and lies can be simple, this guy was just a simple kind of liar.

BUT this post isn't about what's his name, it's about THE FIRST POETRY CONTEST I've ever entered!! This is my first ever poetry contest and I have to admit, my stomach is flopping and my fingers are crossed.  First place is $100 prize - imagine if I won that?  not to shabby to catch a hundred bucks with a sappy love poem or two.  I think today is my lucky day anyway - because - I started the morning by winning $25 on a scratch off! I've never been very good at winning, in fact - I'm really really good at LOSING!  Although, I try to believe I am a glass half full kind of girl.  I like to walk around thinking "someone has it worse", so in that vein - I've already WON just because I took the time out to enter the contest right?   Here's another entry:  

The Knot of Love

I love you

                Tangled chain of emotions

                                Keeps us apart

                                                Slowly unravel

                                                                Detangle the knot

                                                                                To get back to

                                                                                                I love you 

This one was written for my angry sixteen year old daughter, who is now an angry 27 year old.  I remember thinking it's just like this isn't it - when you really love someone, you sit down with a whole mess of emotions and try to figure out how to unravel it - the same way we do with jewelry chains.   Keep your fingers crossed for me!  This is going to be my lucky month!