A poem by someone else...

...which kind of reflects the heartscape, after several unexpected communications from previously unknown quarters.

'Woz and the Women'

I ask him why it is,
how it came to be this way-
The many lovers and
the passion, intensity
of both his love and sadness.

Being crippled, stifled
when stimulation was required.
The power games..chess-
but it was dominoes that fell.

His emotions challenged by
the rival belief of
Love as a shopping mall
where expensive packaging is all.

Being cornered, besieged,
victim of saline spells
cast to capture attention.

Sitting there without
a word to cast,
he reveals his unwavering faith,
as he throws back his head
and laughs.

By Alice Joy Stothard, April 13th, 2005