They’re an addiction of skin and years
much time invested
dog paddling only a head above water;
walking on ice toward the
uphill climb
He’s branded her heart
but rejects such devotions,
and she nurtures the wounds
that mimic a bond;
now air is getting short
and she doesn’t see they’ve
only love on coattails;
coasting in air too light
to keep them bound.
no vessel with sails to guide the stern
nor cabin to house the two
in the vapors , they swirl
flip, fall and burn.
So in the time and chase
a great deal is lost in final call
it wasn’t love as she had thought
no it wasn’t love, no-
hardly love at all.
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Lovely!
You have many lines of beautiful imagery in this piece. I love the crisp, precise wording and the resigned tone of the final stanza.
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More true than you know.
But then, love is always more for the lover than the loved. By its very nature, love unrequited is like a fire fanned and stoked and burning deep in the cindered heart. It builds on itself and grows until it consumes heart, mind, and soul.
Unrequited love is loves' potential unrealized and requited love is love that never realizes it's potential.
Unrequited love is a love of extremes; it is the best thing that can ever happen and very nearly the worst thing that can ever happen to you.
You know, your poetry is very much an inspiration. I find myself thinking about unrequited love in my own life, and worse still, love I never expressed or revealed -- keeping it my little secret. Always for reasons I thought valid at the time.
I need to add a new poem or two.
Thank you.
CaliOkie
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First I read and re-read your poem, then pondered and saw the comment Myra left on this page. In between I sit chewing on unsolved quantum mechanical puzzles stirred up by a site I visited just shortly before. Different emotional states are the principle of misunderstandings and mismatches in life. If emotions have drifted too far apart relations will become love on coattails. Some couples split up after a year of sharing intense and seemingly beautiful emotions, other stick together in spite of the fact that they have persistently been fighting for thirty years. Few have figured how these things really work. It will result in an abundance of inspiration for poetic explorations for years to come. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
AD
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I am in awe ...
as always, Dianne, at the elegance and expressiveness of your pen. It is when I read poetry like yours, that I know my English tongue is just not as agile, versatile and as nuanced as my own mother-tongue. And you just soar every topic. Wow. So very well done here, my friend. I simply LOVED the repetition of the exit lines. I heard it sung in a dramatically sad voice, but not melancholy: rather relief.
Love
Myra
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Wow
My favourite line :-
walking on ice toward the
uphill climb
Too good
Sathya xD...
P.S. How do I message you?It just says void(0)..
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memories found along the sidelines where smiles are found from shadows in one's mind...
somehow a distant past.
Interesting perspectives!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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Blue Room it is..... but I enjoyed it anway... and I'm 60! haha....
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