I am thinking of the man I love, how he is so kind and brave and strong. Yet he may not know how I feel… and while I guess I am willing to tell the world, I cannot tell him. I won’t go into why I keep my affections private (trust me, they are good ones), and public (not so explicable), but since he is Jewish I wrote the following love poem for him:
I wished upon a Jewish Star
a Star of David on which my wishes
climb to the Heavens, far above
the practicalities of pragmatists.
we struggle in my mind, he and I,
like Joseph with his angel
yet the angel is a devil whose fight
leaves me in the dark of night.
Oh shining star above
cast your light on me below.
Love and (monetary) success always seem beyond me, and yet (monetary) success finally seems within my reach… I hope to have published Vol. 1 and 3 of The Bible According to Eve published at around the time Faust in Love shall be published. And I have two volumes of short works my publisher for The Bible According to Eve is also looking at: Maybe the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth and Poor Folk. Yet if success in my career is at arm’s distance, success in love… my private life is as bleak as ever…
It is funny… I believe my parents were more keen on the idea that I would put school and ultimately career first rather than romantic love… I guess it has worked out… but perhaps not as they planned: writing is the kind of career in which great success or great failure are possible. Yet Teddy Roosevelt said that the person who acquires greatness is the person who risks great failure in the hopes of great achievement. I have a friend and an aunt who dropped a full ride scholarship to get married. I have no idea why they did not go for what I took for granted was my goal: success in school first, and if Mr. Right ever came my way it was frosting on the cake.
Anyway, when I love men I write them poems. So I hope if my love comes across my poem, he will forgive my forwardness and consider asking me out.