Compromise

It’s like aiming for the ideal
and settling for second best

Setting your life up for success
then sabotaging the outcome

It’s like committing to a dream
with blinders on – threats ignored

I know where I want to be
have tasted the serenity
steeped in beauty
and lived with peace

Yet the noise continues
the daily bustle,
the inevitable stench
my soul being griddled

It’s what I’ve known, isn’t it?
sanctity at a price –
the absolute terror
of selling out for peace of mind

I will plant gardens here
at the edge of insanity
and outline my future
denial at my side.

(Art my own)

Hatched

She’s in the kitchen
cleaning, prepping
sweetness;  wishes

to nurture childlike
longings – sugar laden
gifts, honeyed chops

hooks her men with
culinary preciseness
as legend prescribes

wants a strong, reliable
type to stir her ovaries
keep her dishing up love

disapproval, like raw egg
drips off her china plates
shame of misadventures
she cannot scrub away

only serves tea now,
the smell of liquor –
mingled with cigarette
and lecherous calloused
hands turns her stomach

avoids the coffee maker
in the same way, despises
the way the bitter brew
makes her head spin –
wits need to be in order

has settled now as hostess
caters to near strangers
whose attention, riveted
by television screens, are

lulled by the rhythmic
sounds of her sanitizing
while eggs cook on stove,
dreams of romance shelved.

(Image: bunnysvintagevictory.blogspot.com)