Teaspoon of Turmoil | Penn Elliott Writes

Struggling to find connections

That were never there, or ever will be.

Not our fault, don’t waste brain cells on it, she says wisely.

To watch someone you love fall apart

Over the phone. I hear her lost self

Trembling, stuttering in largo speech.

Is that the speed of her thoughts?

Slower than two four time.

Repeating over, under, around truth?

Her truth or my truth?

Could both be lies?

I can’t live inside her head.

My expectations for her to use her gifts,

Maybe they weren’t fair,

More my dream than hers.

She can come back, step on a rock,

Stub her toe, make a wish, take a bow.

Look in the mirror and throw herself a kiss.

She can join the reborn. It’s what we do.

Tumble down, turn around, climb the wall,

Sit on top, two thumbs up, yell ‘Yahoo!’

Oops, there she goes again.

Tumble down, turn around,

“I’m tired,” she says. “I’ll just lay here awhile.”

C’est terrible cà, comme je t’aime,

Et j’espère en temps, que tu m’aime.

Entre nous, sans doute,

C’est une chose trés forte,

L’un a l’autre, nous donnons support.

Ta passion, ta gentillesse,

Cà m’inspire, dans la vie, succès.

La respect surtout, que j’ai pour toi,

Me donne la foi en toi et moi.

Circe-like, I captivate the world, à cause de toi,

Enchanting with naiveté and charm,

Radiant, love of life unfurled, à cause de toi

No unkind word to do me harm.

You watch, test, tempt, try, à cause de moi,

Attack, berate, belittle, beguile,

Retreat, regret, repeat, reply, à cause de moi.

Together in just a little while.