Poetry: How And Why
Should doubt high drift over my love for thee
grey gloomy cloud, disconsolate, strong reign
bleak darkened frown, portend deep misery
hide hearts resolve, beneath shadowed disdain.
Should you feel sudden cold breath of gloom,
spate of fear, black scourge upon painted leaf
quick cruelly fade love grim in abject gloom,
swift eclipse hopes hue behind shaded grief.
And would unshakable faith far be blown,
fiercely shook from loose grasp once so near
wither sweet loves blossom, thus loss bemoan
newly dead splendor, once honored then hear:
Eternally damned shall I rove and cry,
tormented ever to seek how and why.
Hope it’s older poetry.
Yes
Powerful with your words. Great write.
Thanks Em. You changed names and picture again? How come
No specific reason, just depends on the mood, I suppose. 🙂
Love your multiple whims, looks, approaches. I still remember the first photo I saw. Those eyes of yours. Yup I said, fellow Star Walker
Aw, thanks. I’m sure that photo will come back at some point. 🙂 (It’s with my rainbow bangs, so it’s a fun one.) Cheers to stars…and eyes, and everything in between.
Yes. And for the record I like all the photos. You are lovely inside and out
Flattered, thanks! 🙏🏼
Wow, such grief. I like this style of writing. Beautiful but heartbreaking.
Thanks Victoria. I was probling the feelings of someone who loves someone so deeply but that other person is either incapable of love, or throwing a love away that the speaker sees as damnation of her soul. Thank you so much for reading and commenting
You’re welcome. I think you captured that feeling well.
Yes, sometimes I wish the well from which I draw wasn’t as deep as it is, lol.
A deep well is good.
Well yes, spiritually, not when it comes to female anatomy, hahaha! Sorry, just couldn’t resist.
Bad Rob.
Sorry
Don’t be sorry, lol
I’m not, just sounded nice. Haha
Lol!
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He just posted on my blog
I just saw that. Be right there.
Beautiful, Rob. Painfully heartbreaking but a word picture so well painted.
The pain, the agony, paints before my eyes a picture of Heathcliff in the gloomy moors.
I would like to know what the author had in his mind…
Sometimes I just imagine unrequited love, misery of missing someone, loving someone so deeply it would take your soul, and then write poetry about it. Sometimes it’s just to get raw emotion out, with no particular person or situation in mind. Sometimes my love poems are written to an imaginary love, a love I imagine loving and how my emotions end up being conveyed depends upon how strongly I am feeling joy, sorrow, loneliness, emptiness, lust, etc.
Mighty fine!
Art and artist’s sufferings go hand in hand.