Parting Of Ways I

What wild plumage flutters to my mind,
Of hopes and thoughts aspiring far and wide.
Then what unearthly reason do you find
For obscenities for which you always chide?

When I desire to write you sulk and pout;
Ah! what unheard of epithets you fling!
You fail to grasp what I am all about-
And say the words that hurt and wound and sting.

These children, whom I fathered and you chose,
To mother- when they hear it they recoil,
From verbal battles and the wounding blows;
You do not understand their sad turmoil.

The parting of our ways in married life
Has come, my spouse, to end this senseless strife.