A Private Poem:

There was a maiden of the wood

Who all ways was misunderstood

Who did all that she could to see

Her visions come to actually be.

So she pulled all the strings

And a great deal many things

And though for these same acts was hated

Orchestrated what was fated.

But there was one sorry stone

Who had been left well enough

Alone that was not prone to yield

But acted as a constant shield.

So the lady found a boulder

That was older and was bolder.

And they tried to break the stone

Hoping that he would atone.

But the boulder did not break

Not even then for her sake.

So the older one spake for her honour

But she was afraid

There was so much at stake

If he should con her

It would be unmade.

She dared not let this fate befall

So she parted with them all.

But the boulder sought her side

Even though he knew she lied.

Told her all that she so needed

So as she lay there defeated

She began then to conceive

A new plan then to deceive.

But it was a false conceit

And she met with such defeat.

And the stone was left alone again

But yet she crumbled then

And gave in to the boulder’s calm devices

For he knew the crisis. Showed her

Understanding and he bode her

To his landing.

But their merging was repugnant

To their virgin sensibilities.

And so they found themselves diverging

Beyond his abilities.

And so they parted once again

Until he hatched an other plan.

And now she goes to seal her woes

Again with that old rock-like man.

Yet as they had agreed

It is a ruse. A trick she learned to use

To keep him in her service.

Though he sleeps with her and is quite nervous.

Who can say that we deserve this?

It is all a mess.

But knowing silently its secrecy

Relieves us of the stress.

For ignorant the rock did mock

The innocent of stones.

And so he left the Truth

For Endless Youth

To walk the Earth Alone.

Dm.A.A.