October 23, 1978
4:00 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"The Sensitive Poet" Cathy poem Once upon a time I asked for nothing
And you gave me more than I could ask
You gave inspiration a great something
Then inspiration belabored the task
I cry to God, amd I not the
"Sensitive Poet"
?
Am I not a perfect purveyor of peace
in the midst of turbulent mindspasms
Am I not the author of revelation
as I listen to sad songs
God answers and says
I should not compress the love of
the ages
into a moment
Else I will escape the love
And crush the moment
Is that what happened?
Sensitivity is measured by
the look in your eyes
as you scatter care to the sky
and laugh knowingly -
Sensitivity is not an absolute
Yet your smile is benign-
Do I read "mocking" ?
Love will not mock
Yet I mock the feeling -
I ask multitudinous questions
with innocent eyes
(I used to close these eyes in
protest when the answer proved
to be wrong to them.)
No I gape openly for truth
You give me truth and smile
And tell me not to be hurt.
I respect this
I respect you -
So my questions are answered
except what I need to answer
myself.
Once upon a time I held you close
And whispered love around your head
You gave me all and all you could
And I should crave this little instead.
copyright 2006 Michael F. Nyiri
