IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES and I'M SWEARING OFF OF YOU...AGAIN

I'm back in my Dorothy Parker mode in these poems.

IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES

I finally found the man of my dreams.
But our romance fell apart at its seams
Religious dispute made our love forbidden..,

Because, he thought he was God and I didn’t.

By Sue Raymer Woods
May 2, 2009

I’M SWEARING OFF YOU… AGAIN

It seems the last time didn’t take,
And you’re in every vow I break.
Our love’s over, why pretend?
I’m swearing off you…again.
Each time we make-up,
Just ends in a break up,
I’m through Beginning the Beguine,
So I’m swearing off you…again
I’m determined I will find
A man that won’t be so unkind.
You can’t even be my friend.
I’m swearing off you…again.
I’m no longer gonna fall,
For your promise that you’ll call.
I won’t seek your love in vain.
I’m swearing off you… again.

By Sue Raymer Woods
April 10, 2006
Revised August 19, 2009

LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER

Those who reside in San Francisco, with its eternal spring climate, do not experience the dramatic Indian summer known in the Northern states and Midwest, where the changing seasons are more distinctive.

LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER

Love is like an Indian summer, appearing in fall.
And, just like love, it never comes at your beck and call.
It comes unannounced after autumn’s first frost.
As we shiver and mourn for the Love that we lost.
Astonished, we bask in its warming rays,
Totally spellbound in its hypnotic daze.
In its glowing warmth we want to tarry,
But its stay will just be momentary.
Indian summer with its fleeting rapture,
Is so like the Love we couldn’t capture.

By Sue Raymer Woods
May 2, 2009