I Remember
I don’t remember love,
only eye-rolling impatience
and folded-arm frustration
at my attempts to connect
I can’t recall laughter,
only tight-jawed tolerance
and foot-tapping fury
at every timid approach
There was no conversation,
only sullen silence
and brutal brushing-off
and long, lonely hours
But I remember that day...
your face
all stiff-lipped stuffiness
and stern-eyed judgement
wrapped in scowling folds
The day I finally walked away
taking only a suitcase
and a silent promise
of unconditional self love.
Curiosity Dissolved
I was little
but absorbed much
in the curious days of childhood.
The essence of adventure
born of hunger
for this large world.
But days turned the months into years...
and curiosity dissolved.
*****
I cared little
but harboured much
in the innocent days of my youth.
Facade of bravado
born of peer pressure
or 'fear' pressure.
Shape-shifting to fit with friends...
and innocence dissolved.
*****
We spoke little
but conveyed much
in the passionate days of new love.
But time tamed us,
apathy claimed us,
silence reigned
Days turned the months into years...
and passion dissolved.
About Colleen Moyne
Colleen Moyne is a published freelance writer living in the lovely riverside town of Mannum in South Australia. She has won several awards for her poetry and has had poems and short stories published in a number of anthologies. Her first solo collection will be launched in early 2019.