Love's Last Lament
The curtain certainly fell on this manic show
That’s all it was, a cabaret with performers who wanted more
The stage is a place where you and I can hide our pain
When stepping out and dancing in some imaginary rain
Apologies come easily without reservation or lost time
From poor souls with big hearts well soaked in moonshine
Who seek harmony of a kind not always guaranteed by weed
Even if spawned from the best of the best of Amsterdam seed
Even the wind has known for the longest time
How sad our words don’t often rhyme
And ideas of romance between us face resistance
When we are reminded of our different planes of existence
At times nothing is left but to utter words of regret
To describe contours of rips and scars in both our hearts
From years of emotional and intentional neglect
And the tyranny of fractured love with all its complex parts
From your secret liaisons with old teenage flames
And old smoking buddies from younger days
To that loneliness felt by lovers physically apart
I often wondered if our love was dead or alive
I may have forgiven you for your substance abuse
But poetry is a gift from above and not yours to misuse
Acts against creativity are too abhorrent for any excuse
And will burn in my memory never to be cut loose
Now here I am watching boats sail far from shore
Disappearing slowly into the horizon whilst my heart keeps score
One by one fading from my memory on a peaceful course
What happened to those days of innocence when less love was more?
© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Comments
AUTHORMhatter99 - thank you
Siberian Wolf - thanks for following and reading me
DFiduccia - Many thanks for visiting again. I took a break myself for a few months. Travelled to the USA for the last 2 months - thought I would be inspired to write on my travels but it didn't happen. I wrote this one now that I'm home.
always exploring - thanks for commenting
Boy, this one cut to the core and was brilliantly written. Loved it..
Even though I’m on a sabbatical from writing on HubPages, I wanted to comment on this poem. It is awesome and clearly and eloquently states things I couldn’t have said better, at a time when I‘ve reached a difficult crossroad in my life. Well done and voted up.
So beautifully soft that the gentle parts cut like paper hearts of paper machete wrapped in razor wire of winters betrayal... Excellent ink... and very inspiring... I will definately be reading more :) Peace
Thank you for this.
- AUTHOR
Ha ha ha - I will do what I can to send you whatever magical mojo you want but wait!! - you don't really need anything since the Epi-man exudes poetic panache in all that he writes and speaks. Thanks for your illustrious comment dear friend and encouragement to start writing again after a long few months of being unmotivated and uninspired. I think they call that "writer's block". Love, Maria.
Welcome back Miss M of Marvelous. You certainly knocked this one out of the proverbial park and whatever kind of magical mojo you are growing down under for your literary cultivation I just wonder if you can send some of it in epi-man's direction so he can inherit some of your poetic panache. Even though this seems to be a confessional write of sorts I still can see/read your patented storytelling expertise that you always do so well - Hubbravo to you and welcome back once again - I have missed you. Sending you warm wishes and good energy from lake erie time ontario canada 12:29am
7