Poetry by Robert R. Woods

Saturday

May 12, 2012

I'm bummed. Can't find a decent site to put my poetry on. The one I've been on for years... well, I just don't get enough people reading and commenting on it. The few who DO comment don't have much to say. Anyway, this is an old one I found on a site that I don't think I have a copy of. Did a few rewrites to it and added (of course) a pic of a student taken on the 4th of July, 2011.

She Never Dreams of Moonlight

She never dreams of moonlight

but often thought herself the moon:

a pale white figure coldly bright

her gravity far too grave a thing

to ever gravitate toward another.

She never dreams of lovers lost, no, for

those memories she never cared at all.

Besides, the ones she fancied long ago have

shriveled up and died or tried, at least,

to end their little lives through alcohol.

If truth be told she never dreams at all,

or so it seems to her. To her the point of

sleep is... well, to sleep! Not to creep about

through fantasies, forever searching out a

hope where no self-respecting hope would

ever care to dwell, or seeking out somewhere

else, somewhere other than the place you are

when you’re wide awake. She doesn’t fake

her life, it is exactly what it seems to be:

a weary smile, a bandana covering her head,

a shear black dress with nothing underneath,

and an audacious love for simply being.

                                                                  rrw rewrites o5-12-12

                                                                                        original o7-o6-o9