Love Is a Carnival...loneliness Is a Barren Field.
Enjoy the ride and cherish it when the fields are barren
Lonely is an
empty word...
full of pain.
It starts with
the "L" of it
goes on to one...
and caps it with a ly....
As in sadly...tearfully...
wretchedly.
Love affairs
are a carnival
they set up camp
in your heart...
it's bright and beautiful
and you are drawn
to the colors,
the sounds,
the smells...
the tastes..
the exquisite illicit tastes
but then one night
in the wee hours
of the morn
they break camp
and leave,
offering you nothing
but a barren field
full of the debris of
what was and is no more.
Loneliness is
a freak show
a stage of one
where it feels
as if the whole world
can see your flaws.
It is carnies tearing down the
carnal ride you were on,
dismantling your rush
to the skies.
it's a cotton candy stick
or a caramel apple stick
emptied of the sweetness
devoured by a hunger
that dissipates, disposes
of you and moves on.
Both love affairs
and loneliness are temporal
they pass through
the years of your life
as sideshows to the real thing.
i wish for you
only true love
with no affairs attached
nor lonely interims.
True love is a castle
of solid rock,
strong, steadfast
and not penetrated
by any other.
May you wander
its elegant halls
and sweeping staircases
to the heavens
and experience the
granduer of true love's
finest accomadations.
Anything less is a
fly by night facade
easily disassembled
or a lonely existence
equal to a bearded lady
in a trailer on a back lot
east of Omaha....
after all of her
so called admirers
have gone chuckling home.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III