An old poem while I wait for some inspiration in 2013. How is it 2013?

Julia 1984

Preserved beneath the lake the diver found

The breathless forms of forests that once drowned.

Oh, dear, you left me breathless that sweet day

beneath the screen-free shade of tender oak

where no one heard the thoughts that we could say

aloud. Nor knew of loveless dictates that we broke.

We promised to preserve our deepest bond

of love, although we knew we would betray

our traitorous selves – as scummy as a pond,

once bodies racked and bruised began to fray.

Oh dear, resolve was overpowered in hours

as love dissolved in fears in one-oh-one.

My dam bricks broke more easily than yours.

My suffocated self’s become no-one.