April 4, 1993
12:00 noon 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Holding on to the Half-Empty Glass of Water"
Thinking back on the yesteryears Reliving too much forced fun Too many easy beers Today seems like such a waste of time A universe of missed emotions And a poem with bad rhyme I can't get close the more I try Remember yesterday and pry apart the decades mold decay I can't move on, don't want to stay Is this fulfillment, the poet asks Can't wind down enough to bask in assorted pleasures I waited to find With an eager touch and a turbulent mind The words wouldn't come, And I needed release I needed warm touch Believed closeness would ease All the clipped curt tight tensions I felt through the decades But when the words come they just get in the way. A year or so ago I found the answers So I dreamed A rich astonished vision; A lover so it seemed
But everyone's got their problems And mine get washed away Real people are not poem-spirits And real feelings just get in the way It's not that I feel I'm not happy Nor that I still seem to So flatly exist But the meaning walked off of the doorstep Without waiting for one goodnight kiss. I still lie here alone and I cry some And no one, even lovers, understand I did all I could in a past time Maybe I'm past doing all that I can.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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