My favorite poem, as requested by the house poet:
Balances
in life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
3 grains of salt
to one ounce truth
our sweet black essence
or the funky honkie down the street
and lately i’ve been wondering
if you’re trying to tell me something
we used to talk all night
and do things alone together
and i’ve begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
Like all of my favorite poems, this poem has a distinct shift from the general to the specific. With the line beginning and lately i’ve been wondering, we’re suddenly taken from a comical view of manipulation to a real balancing act, one of longing and loss — to be cliché, the balance of knowing one is better off having loved and lost than never having loved at all. Real cliché.
What is your favorite poem? Feel free to leave it in its entirety in the comments.