Poem: With a Circle

I was in love with a “circle”, a woman of extremes;
Captivated by a silver cloud
that darkened like a disturbing dream.
I thought that she was solid iron
but she was rusty and hollow inside.
Her sea of emotions was unpredictable to my shore,
a hapless victim of her ever-changing tide.
A “circle” has no middle; she can only be happy or sad.
To the unsuspecting normal “square”
her irrational thoughts appear to be quite mad.
Like the weather she would shower me with love one day
and then scorch me with dessert winds.
Constantly rehashing old relationship fires that were resolved
and blaming me for our past sins.
I was in love with a circle, a woman of extremes.
I climbed an emotionally volatile mountain
and I only have myself to blame.
I tried to leave her many horizons earlier
but she fondly changed my mind;
Seasoning me with romps of intimacy
and hallmark e-mail cards,
while coaxing my heart with words of commitment
until it was blind.
I was a fool to stay due to her past indiscretions
and incomplete stories,
but complacency encouraged me to stay.
Until she sought therapy and told me on two separate occasions
that our love had seen its final day.
I was in love with a circle, a woman of extremes.
Her bouts of depression scarred my faith in the female gender
and I will never be the same.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.