Yearning

                                      Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

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YEARNING

Yearning to take to the sky again,

The envy of the crowds.

To feel my propeller whirring

As I skim above the clouds.

To feel my engine throbbing

Deep down within my soul

As my pilot weaves his magic

And keeps me under control.

A hangar may be cosy

But I'm an ambitious plane!

Push me out into the sunshine

And let me soar again.

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STAYING-POWER

Is your husband still around? I bet his name is Max!

And is it a case, dear Maxine, of  ' an opposite attracts?'

Is he one of those people whose temper is rather short,

And then it's over and done with? I bet Max is that sort.

Does he explode in a fury and then forget the cause?

Is he all sunny and cheerful after the briefest pause?

I have a husband like that, dear, and it really isn't fair!

Just when I'm getting all worked up, his bad mood isn't there!

While I'm still churning inwardly he's whistling a jolly tune!

While I'm immersed in a nasty mood he's happy very soon!

I can be put-out for hours and hours, longing to use my tongue!

While he's forgotten the whole thing, I'm still feeling stung!

I rehearse all manner of ripostes, witty words to say

Which are bound to make me the winner amd really make him pay.

I brood...... yes, that's the word...... I brood, I sulk, if you must know!

I grunt in response to queries, glowering at the foe!

While he's completely forgotten whatever we argued about,

 I'm putting on mental boxing-gloves, ready for another bout!

'I can stay mad for days!' you say! Hour stretches into hour.

You and I, Maxine, my dear,

We've got staying-power!

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