Day: July 21, 2026

He was a Buddhist monk,
dead set on attaining nirvana.

But when he saw her in a dream,
and she appeared to him the next day

in a bazaar in a Tibetan city, he knew
they were destined to be lovers.

A man of honor, he couldn’t forsake
his vows as a Buddhist monk,

so he renounced his vows, left the
monastery, to be with her, his true love.

They died together in a fatal car crash
many years later.

Now they’re in their own shared nirvana
of eternal romantic love, soulmates

in love forever and ever and ever.

Bob Boyd

He was a prolific painter, and a prolific lover too. Fourteen
children and many wives and mistresses. Some hate him.
They say he was a user and a heartless womanizer.
Me, I just see that his imperfections were incidental to his
being a great artist. And I anticipate many artists will have
many flaws as part of their creative and complex beings.
So despite their shortcomings and the people they may
have hurt, I just focus on their works of art.

Sue me if you disagree, anon reader.

Bob Boyd

It was springtime when I left her,
me, a homebody most of the time,
her, a social butterfly all of the time,
incompatible, unworkable, no hope,
so I had to say goodbye and leave.

Her, dead at 53 decades ago, me
almost dead a few years ago.
Maybe we’ll meet again in the
wintertime when I join her in death
and we’ll be compatible and in love.

Bob Boyd