One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From the Fridge

One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From The Fridge

Why did I write, " I do truly love her"
Carve love lost hope into innocent bark
She that had called me a surly cur
An insult that left a deep hidden mark.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

This love-storm, its endless revolutions
Far worse than a tempest and a hanging
From dark depths of mankind's evolution
The hard invisible blows still clanging.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

Insanity- to love so futilely
Live in past dreams - under a falling bridge
Follow along, so damn dutifully
One whose devilish heart comes from the fridge.

What folly, a black curse that never ends.
O the sheer agony of, "lets' be friends".

R.J. Lindley, Feb 2nd, 1973
Rhyme
 ( From within the frozen and heartless Void )
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Carmack Avatar
August 7, 2021 at 5:18 AM
I like how 'cur' can be found in 'curse', not sure if this was by design or chance, but it adds a few layers to the poem.
Lindley Avatar
August 8, 2021 at 4:36 AM
Thank you my friend. Very insightful that you saw and caught that added little nuance in this piece. As I was fond of adding things like that in my poems from my early youth. This one about a love that was lost. And the deep blues that followed that epic heartache. God bless..
Mcintosh Avatar
August 5, 2021 at 5:59 AM
Sad. Wonderful writing. God bless you always, Love, Gina
Lindley Avatar
August 8, 2021 at 4:32 AM
Thank you my friend. An old poem from a very young 19 year old that went through a sad break-up. With a couple months of the deep dark blues that followed. Youth is fraught with such learning experiences. Never more so that with love- relationships. Surviving is the key and the strength in the lesson learned. God bless..
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