Karma called, left a message, clearly saying
he would without a doubt one day return.
It's what will have to happen to deflate
the internal pain and stifle the incessant burn.
Said fear shouldn't become a factor
for there will never be any need to worry.
He was reluctant to leave initially,
but he will willingly be back in a hurry.
I listened carefully many times to that message,
played that machine until it just up and died!
Through those lonely days and sleepless nights,
Between and betwixt faith, I laughed, I cried.
His silhouette colors pastel regrets on my mind,
while my passion awoke with the dawn of sunrise.
Stitched in devotion, inudated by karma's promise,
I persevered knowing I was weak, but karma was wise.
He only left for he needed to find himself.
I clung to my dreams and I envisioned hope.
Counting single moments like dollar bills,
tentacles of time tightened my heart in its rope.
Wading through a sea of petals of dead flowers,
I take karma as my mate, giving it my utmost trust.
It was the domicile of future desires while
straddling my heart was memories of his lust.
I fight to relinquish those fragmented emotions,
inflected by betrayal's bullets piercing invasion.
I clung to life's remnants, to karma's ultimate wisdom,
his expected reentrance fueling karma's persuasion.
Karma called, left a message on my machine,
patiently I still anticipate his imminent arrival.
Ironic how he abandoned my boat, left it to sink,
still I embraced him as the reason for my survival.
As love blows kisses haphazardly to the wind,
the garment of a broken heart flutter in tatters.
Even as I see him cleave lovingly to another,
karma reassures me that is not what matters.
I await his return, for karma left this message,
saying that it is destined that he would.
Mother nature's sewing machine has been adept,
it has keep me together as best it could.
Years gone by, the memory of karma's message
still play in my ear as my favorite song.
Karma left a message on my answering machine,
it's just that the number karma dialed was wrong!
Marjorie Joyce Leslie
05/22/09





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