Donal Mahoney Poet Blank verse

An Act of the Will

If love’s real, not 
the puppy kind, it’s
not just a feeling
but an act of the will 

a constant giving 
whether one 
feels like it or not.
After many years

you don’t know why
you’re doing it 
or why It must be done.
Two begin as grapes

purple with passion
unaware you'll be 
raisins wrinkling
at the end.


Donal Mahoney

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Anne-Marie Coreggia April 19, 2017 at 7:15 AM Donal, there is so much truth in this wonderful little poem. It's like you can find yourself 'in flow' with love, even if there are some boulders down the river, you're still filled with spring waters:) A 7 Amitiés Donal Mahoney April 19, 2017 at 7:20 AM Married a long time. Don't know how it reached this stage. Perhaps unusual for a man if not for a woman. But it's true. So I wrote it down before I would forget it. Never ever had that kind of feeling for anyone else. Tough for a man to understand but then I think the genders, though equal, are different in make up and response. Thanks for reading it.

Phil Capitano April 19, 2017 at 7:04 AM Good finish Donal, love the grape metaphor.