Poem In Plain Language
And he imagined MM (Maria Magdalene) listening at His feet,
following Jesus while He talked so eloquently dedicated especially to her among
the listeners.
And there again, is there perhaps one, his MM, really
following him? Or was she just a dream, loving his thoughts, his inmost
thoughts and feelings. They never saw, met, actually spoke to each other. She,
a lovely woman, no matter what: unmarried, married, mother, aged or prostitute,
unfaithful wife, ... He, ... a scarecrow.
How happy, grateful he is. What does he care were he
granted the Nobel Prize? Even were no one to read or like his thoughts?
Only if she, his MM hears him, ... sure but it is not “him”
but “me”. I don’t care about him. Can you picture it? And it is “me" would thank and kiss her.
November 2012
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