Prose - She Lost Her Power

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When he ceased all effort
He succeeded
When he stopped caring
He was no longer impeded
As small talk ebbed
He felt no obligation
It was she who carried the burden
Of beautiful conversation
The allure of his charisma
And silent confidence
Betrayed her beauty
Which could no longer hold the audience
Even when she made love
And gave him his greatest pleasure
She knew he could replace her
For he was her highest measure
Tired of riddles
And the chase
He retreated to his chair
And gave back her lace
She shivered
As pride left her countenance
Grasping at her mind
It was no longer a game of appearance
She knew it
He could live without her
His heart was locked up
Nor did her beauty matter
He was as she feared
A man who had a life
Companionship to be discarded
He did not want a wife
To live free
And roam at will
Seeking insight not love
Yet he intrigued her still
She had never met
Such a man
He created words of life
He could understand
Resisting the bended knee of a suitor
Along with roses from another
She preferred uncertainty
From her erstwhile lover
How long could she wait?
For the river to carve the valley
Of loneliness that remained parched
Which flooded just as suddenly
As he would appear
Filling her mind as never before
And yet she forgot
The words she swore
Living day to day
The chance all that mattered
While he sailed on waves of freedom
Her thoughts quietly scattered
To be brought together
By his animal presence
As he ravenously
Made love to her essence
Yes he was a man
Who she could not tame
Every woman’s nightmare
His past held the blame
No control
No equality
Just a moment
And then his reality
Each second
Could be the last
As he offered her freedom
And a memory for his past
Can the solitary man
Live a life on his own stream?
Can she love another
When he will always be her dream?
Or will they be content
For screams in the night
Where passion is all that matters
As they ignore the coming light?

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Deborah Demander 5 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

Very good poem, Suburban Poet. When I read the title, I had something else in mind, but I like the angle you took with this. Well done.

Namaste.


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Cogerson 5 years ago from Virginia

Very nicely done...voted up.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Funny how one can finally reach this conclusion. Nicely said.


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Teylina 5 years ago

Beautifully said, sadly but truly ended. Great write as usual. All kinds of wars out there, aren't there?!


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Beautiful..Full of if's. Well done!!


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Jean Bakula 5 years ago from New Jersey

This reminded me of lyrics to a song who's name I can't recall. I was reading George Harrison lyrics yesterday, people don't realize how many Beatles songs he wrote. Something like--but if it's not love that you need, then I'll try my best to make everything succeed... It's not always love people are looking for. But here nobody is trying to be anything for the other. Interesting.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Deborah - Thank you for your kind words. Sometimes my titles are a bit vague. I try to grab the essence of the entire piece without being too obvious. I don't always succeed.

@Cogerson - I appreciate you reading my work and leaving such nice comments.

@Mckbirdbks - It's kind of autobiographical... a guy getting on in life who has much confidence but can't really be a daily companion. He wants love but values freedom more...


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teylina - thank you. Both of the people in this poem are kind of marking time; He'll be with her and even faithfully as long as she doesn't need a promise....

@always - thank you! If... if... if... he is not moved enough by beauty to commit... but he still lusts after her...

@Jean - thank you for commenting. George Harrison was my favorite Beatle. I saw them on Ed Sullivan and Meet The Beatles was my first album as a child (purchased for me by my Mother). I later got the 45 for Something and Come Together and fell in love with Something. Plus my cousin's name was George so that was it for me. Your right about love. Not everyone needs it. But some can feel it yet not need it all the time and are able to live without it in order not to compromise their freedom.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

The constant struggles that couples weave in their lives, the uncertainty, the distance, the awkwardness of commitment. It's all about love, some need it others thrive on it and some are awkward with it. So many marriages go on the wayside because of LOVE they thought they had it from the start, yet all it really was LUST not LOVE big difference between the two.

I married for LUST and fell into LOVE along the marriage, yet it still slipped through my fingers like mercury. Oh well, love is fleeting, but if you find it hang on to it, love begins with friendship, develop that first, then marry your best friend. Great hub, loved it. Cheers my poet friend.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@saddlerider - yes that it very good insight concerning friendship but for me so many times superficial needs (lust) ruled the day. Then later what do you have? You find out almost too late to recover. Then the bitterness sets in. For me I sometimes believe I do not have the need for that partner. Maybe I cannot imagine it even as I imagine things to write about. I am somewhat detached from people as the poetry is paramount. Like a jealous but beautiful mistress that has become my life. And it is so powerful that I have almost too much strength when vulnerability is what can possibly make you try hard enough to keep someone. Thank you for your thoughtful comment as usual.

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