Last week I gave you the list of poems that would go into the first section of the book, my twenties. I asked each of you to vote on which poem you would like to see as a preview and the poem “Master of Illusion” was the one chosen.
I wrote the Master of Illusions when I was fighting worries about feeding three children. At that time, I decided that I could either worry about the money — thus becoming its prisoner — or I could continue walking forward trusting that all would work out.
I am in the process of sorting through the poems and selecting which ones will go in each section. If you remember from the last update the sections are going to be: Sherril, Sheri and Arizona – each nickname for a different decade of life, the twenties, the thirties and the forties. Below are the poems for “Sherril”.
On a dark stretch of a lonely mountain highway curving up from the barren, austere, yet beautiful landscape of the Tucson desert, two people who are experiencing different viewpoints and roles in domestic violence situations meet in a most horrific manner. Will the abusive police officer be changed? Will the beautiful abused wife be saved?