Marriage Poetry
I married in the early 1980's. Ours was a troubled marriage, though we both loved each other and were committed to staying together. We could talk about anything, but we were embroiled in constant power struggles. Because we were good friends, we stayed together for thirty years until death did us part.
Our intimacy styles did not match. Unable to really blend our souls, we came to have a metaphor for marriage where each of us lived in our own separate domains but met in the field between our houses. In our case, that field turned out to be a narrow lane that we rarely seemed to be in at the same time. I kept trying to scale the fortified wall of his castle; he didn't come knock on my cottage door. We just never seemed to be able to live in the same metaphorical house called marriage. Ours was thus a lonely marriage.
And then, too soon, and suddenly, before we could make a decision about whether the marriage would continue after the children left home, he died.
I subsequently began dating again. And after a few years of much-needed life alone, I was surprised by grace with the gift of the most beautiful man with whom I live in deep peace and joy that I could only imagine but never really thought possible. My muse, he has made the public publication of my poetry possible.
The poetry in this section is from my first marriage, a period of dating again, and my current very happy marriage.
Our intimacy styles did not match. Unable to really blend our souls, we came to have a metaphor for marriage where each of us lived in our own separate domains but met in the field between our houses. In our case, that field turned out to be a narrow lane that we rarely seemed to be in at the same time. I kept trying to scale the fortified wall of his castle; he didn't come knock on my cottage door. We just never seemed to be able to live in the same metaphorical house called marriage. Ours was thus a lonely marriage.
And then, too soon, and suddenly, before we could make a decision about whether the marriage would continue after the children left home, he died.
I subsequently began dating again. And after a few years of much-needed life alone, I was surprised by grace with the gift of the most beautiful man with whom I live in deep peace and joy that I could only imagine but never really thought possible. My muse, he has made the public publication of my poetry possible.
The poetry in this section is from my first marriage, a period of dating again, and my current very happy marriage.
