Two Poems

Evelyn Lilly

As in Summer

Perhaps this summer was a love sonnet, 

And some wind and dusk, some sleepless nights, 

A gath'ring of thoughts, tie of the bonnet, 

A yearning of love, a wanting of heights. 

Perhaps this summer was poorly written, 

Litter'd with the incongruous love lines, 

The sleepless nights where I was so smitten, 

In love with you, to a love so malign. 

Perhaps this summer was like an escape, 

An escape from such social silliness, 

The societal stress, a change of shape, 

World on my desk, and my life to assess. 

All in all, and to apply this a comb, 

This summer has been but a poorly written love poem.

Soliloquy

It's a vicious circle,

     If only it were a line.

Would not things

Then be once again benign?

Day after day, hearts break,

     Tensions shake.

If only love were not so abstract

     Of a concept.

Till then, they live for the thrill

     That the moment brings,

         That short-lived infatuation.

That moment of pride that

Your heart is beating wildly,

     Oh, these attempts at love.

           How they make me smile..