Yesterday, I was bound to his sorrow,
In dark of my future as I married him;
He cared for someone else in his love,
Chose to hold my body to the ransom:
Today, I have him crawling in my lust.
Arms cool off, he, at my beck and call.
Let him bring me the joys of a real life
To quench my thirst within his pleasure:
Tomorrow, I can cry in whispers alone.
He is a blundering fool; will always be.
Taken for a ride he burns with the truth.
No one will care for him, as much I do.
Author notes
altnude.blogspot.com, from an artist called Maria Flores
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by MessedupMarionette.
700 points, ended October 10, 2008, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest for free verse poems... PW of Sept'08 allowed by Manoj Sanyal.
370 points, ended September 15, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Infinite love, is love for God.
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Interesting
this is very interesting take made me do a double take of the photo and your words -
nicely written . . liked "I was bound to his sorrow" and "To quench my thirst within his pleasure:" . . good luck in the contest
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interesting poem with variation.
Best wishes and good luck,
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This is really interesting. I love the last verse, especially the line "He is a blundering fool; will always be." It's a really interesting piece, and a good take on the photograph. Thanks so much for entering!
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A very good write--heart felt--flows to its lonely conclusion.
bw
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