Tuesday, December 18, 2007

What Promises Are


You will find in a promise, if you pull it apart
A dainty delectable that tastes a bit tart
An incalculable blend bent to disguise
With less thoughtful intent, than better-kept lies.

So I have more faith in mystical things
That approach in blue light or on sacred wings
Cause for many a promise is a weird kind of joke
Too easily uttered, too readily spoke.

Vows shouldn’t be like that, they should settle right in
Cause breaking a promise is the worst kind of sin.
They should telescope dreams and life-schemes ignite
But too often before I can turn out the light
I get a short message updating our truce...

“I can’t keep my promise, but I have an excuse!”

4 comments:

Pauline said...

you are so right - and this is wonderfully constructed!

Roberta S said...

Thank you, pauline. I guess one could be more optimistic, more politically correct even, and pretend all promises are kept, but reality is reality and truth is truth. Thanks for visiting and thanks for the favorable critique.

Joy Des Jardins said...

So beautifully written....and so beautifully true Roberta. Adding this to the list of your pieces that I love.

Roberta S said...

Thanks, joy. I hope in the meantime I can find inspiration for something more "festive" before Xmas.