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Bittersweet

All elements laugh as I cast a moan While grieving for longings I've never known The mantle of the earth shrugs at my pride While isotopes titter, slow death inside This funeral for my future with you Reeks with discontent as I bid adieu Food stings with bitterness upon my tongue Air throttles like smoke while prickling my lung Minstrel songs stab pointed shards in my ear These memories taunt me to disappear Stories in books only spur me to weep For even fiction grants love that shall keep Cowering beneath my shadowy self As I despise those pictures on the shelf With tremulous hands I sweep them away Yet in these closed eyes the images play Robbing my peace while murdering my rest The toils of the ages press on my chest Each passing stranger views me with contempt They're clutching at faith while I prove exempt Wedged someplace between mortal thrill and death Brash snarling wraiths hope to garrote my breath While plump cherubs urge my dull heart to stay I don't know how I can go on this way Within the vast recesses of my mind Sprawls the grand notion of what I could find If I reached out with an uncluttered soul These howling specters would finish their stroll As one ideal dream vanishes from sight Numerous potentials pledge to invite I only seize glimpses of your face now No longer stowing that pain on your brow Lockstep in union with your family Those whispers inside preach a homily While my sheer yearning may die abated Goals are fulfilled to see you elated

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 11/19/2008 10:21:00 PM
All your poems are so elegantly written, thank you for the comments!!! Aleera
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Date: 11/19/2008 12:42:00 PM
Excellent construction, flow and rhyming... magnificent word use and imagery. BRAVO John! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 11/17/2008 8:49:00 AM
The pain of the initial stanzas, for me, proves self-centered: a shallow expression of dashed hopes. True love only works if one is willing to separate ego from the equation. I care too much to turn this longing into hate, even if I am left behind. Her happiness has always been my goal despite the crushing loss I feel. I very much appreciate your comments, Christina! Devastation haunted my thoughts this weekend, but now acceptance has opened my eyes to potential rather than harm.
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