I always wanted to learn to play the violin....

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Just having seen the movie "Hope Springs", and for other reasons, lately I have been thinking about longevity in marriages and what it requires for them to endure. My parents and both sets of grandparents were together 50+ years; so I know it takes work, but they made it look so easy.  At one point, I was married for six years and there were other relationships, but the quantity and quality I sought has always alluded me.  And it's imperative, I think,  to find peace with whichever situation one finds himself or herself in - single, divorced, widowed, or alone. The many interesting dynamics of said couplings are addressed in the movie by Steve Corell, who is able to keep a straight face in his role as marriage guru/counselor at a marriage retreat.  If you see the movie, keep in mind that you are watching two of our most formidable and professional performers of our time, Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones.

          She bought things but
did not sell them... sewed seeds of love  

and knitted in the bleak months               
lingered in the meadow to the sound of 
cowbells, the smell of lilacs and cloves
        ..wistful dreamer

She found opposites, accidentally
picking the wrong mushrooms

          

          Ravaged wildly by chocolate
and champagne kisses..she was tutored 
by the ships in the night

given to Gothic love stories, romance 
veils of rose petals and sprigs of mint
       wearily...she fell prey to promises
only to drown in teeming pillows
...never authentically betrothed

               

         She took a peak at the 

essence of pearls.. found them
unattainable..turned to baking soft brownies 
for the kids instead....knowing only
how to dedicate years to her
      .. best mate and create

be a merry lass always forgive
 ...offering vanilla smiles

         Shame of love's tattered remains

arrived, stayed awhile, then vanished
true love cannot be downloaded
What was there faded

to the value of pale green pressed glass 
      .. infinitely dispirited
not to spin gold or uncover cut crystal 
 ...her love still yet not quite wholesale

      

        But her heart has accrued interest           

grown tempered, seasoned, serene

unlike the young, unfolding soft buttercup

Shadows with weights lifted, doors unlatched
       ..she politely declines the abstruse

her marrow renewed with new substance      

spirited by ardor for art, creativity

....sick and tired of..
 the wood in her head

by klr