If generic love doesn't kill me with some sort of venereal disease,
I swear on all that is good on this God-forsaken earth,
true love will do me in with its lack of fairytale endings.
My true love will then place me in the soul-keeper’s box,
and pretend not to hate me, if only to please the ears of mourners.
Only then she’ll utter words I’ll never hear in my lifetime:
“I love you,” an affirmation that won’t move me,
though my ears will be wide open and devoid of wax.
God will then ask, “Have thou sown the seed of love whilst
dwelling in the garden I created?”
My Lord, what difference does it make?
I have sown love by the buckets—in fertile earth,
in barren land, in dingy cracks, in arid deserts,
in virgin soil—but, alas, the harvests were always poor,
scant, merely a demitasse worth of hybridized generic love.
Author notes
Option 3: Words I'll never hear.
I tried very hard to sweeten it up, but it came out sounding like a rant, anyway.
A contest entry
- Feelings At Present. by Poetryintheblood.
625 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Very Good
You may say that it is a rant and so it maybe, but to vent ones spleen occationally has always seemed healthy to me.
Nice write and congrats on your trophy,
Eyec
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Input is always welcome.
...A rant by any other name would sound just as venting...lol.
Vito
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Thank you for your most impressive and deeply expressed entry, your word use is absolutely moving to say the least, I can relate well to these feelings and pain, Josie
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Josie
Thank you so much for your kind comments and for hosting such interesting contests....Such pieces allow me to express through writing what I cannot articulate through speech....The gold is greatly appreciated, but words of praise from fellow authors are equally rewarding. Again, thank you
Vito
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Wow indeed. I felt sad reading this... the search for love can be such a barren field, but in the end all that matters is the journey right? That we tried... well, I wish, yet that seems to hollow.
Saw a cynicism here that many can relate to.. but moreso a sadness.
This write really struck me hard! I am bookmarking for sure!
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Thank you, Jackie...don't give up...he's out there.
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Wow!
this is beautiful Vito and well written,
as always your storys and poem pierce me! great Job!!
Blessings
Rend
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Thank you, Rend, my most loyal friend.
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you can bet on Vito!
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