Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1985-12-13

Friday, December 13th, 1985

Rose said
she’s decided within these last few days
that she wants a ‘real’ marriage;
she’s 37 and she wants a future.

She said she used to love me
to the point of idolizing me
but now, … now she likes Jack a lot
and, if he asks, she’ll continue
to go with him.

And, as for me …
she’s not sure …
she wants my love back like it was
and she wants to hold me at a distance
and comfort my pain like a mother
but not to touch my body
like a woman.

Lise has left me a legacy;
perhaps not what she’s imagined.
She’s driven me to my knees
with pain and insecurity
but not before she saw me
cut Rose to the bone
with my love for her.

And now Rose recedes as Lise did
and my buddhist enlightened futures
come a crushers with Christmas
and a new year and life.

gallagher
13 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-12-22 As Kathy lies sleeping

Sunday, December 22nd, 1985

As Kathy lies sleeping

I’m caught in such a storm of Karma and learning
and of anger and jealousy and fear of being alone
that I hardly know what I’m doing or saying
from moment to moment.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m indulging myself;
if I could have better control if I tried
but then I think, “The energy has to go somewhere,
you just can’t sit on it”

Lise’s loss is becoming acceptable
and now I’m locked into a battle
of love and insecurity with Rose.
Loving Rose who has unselfishly helped me
through every storm and hurt
that Lise spawned.

I rake Rose again and again with my insecurity
and its demands; I’m trigger edged
at any mention of Jack and his intertwining
with my family and our friends.

And all of this … all of this by my own hand
with Lise’s help.

I want Rose’s love and security, as it was,
but I’m so deeply afraid it may never be the same.
My love for Lise may have broken that deep bond
and now the best I can have
is a world where I’m loved
if I can tolerate Jack’s presence.

gallagher
22 dec 85


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-12-29

Sunday, December 29th, 1985

Poetry and reflection come for almost anything today
except Rose.

if emotional insecurity is
at the center of my problems
then she is the diamond
in the navel of it.

That I love her and need her
is to say I breath.

Life is nearly unimaginable
without her
at the center of my world.

Everything else has been transient
save her constant love.

gallagher
29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —