I was tempted at first to say that this poem delineates a modern lovers’ dilemma, yet further thought convinced me that this has probably always to some extent been a problem for the ages, even if hidden, repressed, or occurring behind the scenes. It’s a poem about finding one’s true place in the scheme of things.
Just Where Do I Fit In? She then she then she Attempted To woo me Whereupon I hastily flee She and she and she, Repulsed. Understanding, but Repulsed, nevertheless. He then he then he, Seemingly Attracted to me, Clutch desperately To he and he and he Insisting they don't love me. What? Then why the pretense? Why the games, why the pain, No gain In any case for me. Perplexedly, I try to puzzle it out. What do I do To get just we two Of he and me? Or grammatically, He and I? Oh, sigh. God and the devil may know, But I don't, so I go Alone. Oh, woe. ©Victoria Leigh Bennett, 2/2/17
That’s all for now. Just a little something to think about! Shadowoperator