Sugar Mama and the Wife, a poem

While my elbows are deep in crap

and adult diapers....

He is complimenting her on

her beauty,Sunny disposition and

pretty smile....

While I am washing the fifth load of

soiled laundry...

They send each other hearts

and giggles....

While I am cleaning up vomit and

trying to get the urine smell out

of the mattress.....

They send each other

inspirational quotes....

While the unpaid bills are

piling up....

She offers to buy him an

airline ticket

to take him away....

While I am spent and

have nothing left to give....

He calls and asks her

how her day was and

she compliments him

on his sensitivity.

By Lucya Kotelewec Lebid

@6May2011
"Love on the Internets"

© 2011, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved

Dedicated to my dear friend. D.D. who after decades of marriage finds herself divorced because of the Internets.

Steadfast logic

Tenacity

she speaks

Is what breaks down

the biggest barriers

of Logic.

Arguments

precariously perched

on one point

Will defy the statement

of truth.

The standard by

which all is measured.

Destroyed by

clawing and cloying

habit of pernicious

positivity.

Spoken like a

trooper.

Emotion tries to peak

through the door

but none of that allowed

in these halls of

black & white.

Illogical thought

process persists

to dissuade you

of integrity of  the mind.

By Lucya Kotelewec Lebid

@5May2011

The Desolate Field

The Desolate Field
by William Carlos Williams
[from Sour Grapes (1921)]

Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and—
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
—my head is in the air
but who am I . . ?
And amazed my heart leaps
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.

http://library.crisischronicles.com/2011/05/05/the-desolate-field-by-william-carlos-williams.aspx