Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Love's Realism

A poem of disabused experience. By way of comparison, here are links to a couple of early poems of a more hopeful persuasion: ‘My Living’, written in simple syllabics, dates from c. 1973-6 and was posted on 3 September '13; it can be seen here; and ‘Though the Weekday Go’, again in syllabics with a count of 9 and 8, written in 1976 and posted on 5 July '13; it can be seen here.

--------------


Decades of years I’ve spent
   Raging at loss,
Angered by what love meant,
Its heart-confusing gloss;
No lover would remain
Long enough to explain.

An old man now, excised
   Of passion’s roar,
I pace out days unprized
Between my bed and door;
Unchanced to take or give,
What’s left for me to live?
 
===============
© July 2014