Poem: Sometimes a Confusion

By: Robert A. Davies



I have a secret
a past a love
the love past,
memories dim.

I have another secret,
a love not expressed
the young men all so handsome.


Pictures up to,
and sometimes a little
flash of confusion —

pictures of sunny days
a sort of purity restored,
fast friends together.


An obedient boy’s rape
at age thirteen
for a long decade repressed
and its pictures.


Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice, Hollywood Progressive, Literary Yard and Windfall. rjdavies3@comcast.net


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