What about Love?

 

“What about love?”

She asked him

And he said,

“Let these April showers show

The golden harvest that I want

Let the market rise and not fall

Till I make money for my stall

Let the landowner sign and seal the deal

For without that paper, I’ll be a pauper

Then, sweet girl . . .”

 

Thinking he’ll answer,

She awaited sugar

But he was off to make a fortune

Leaving the unfortunate one alone

In the parlor with a puzzle

To juggle with his jargon

Still wondering about love.

 

In her distant world,

Away from his harvest, stall, and deal

Is a budding image of love

Thriving, come winter or spring

Quenching every absence

Filling every abyss

And she, in a trance,

Chasing that image

Like a kitten

Chasing its tail

It is hers, but is it?

 

Though April showers did give harvest,

And he, crisp with pocketfuls of power,

Stacked beside the plentiful crop

The ripe fruitage of emotions

Is still awaiting its bountiful buyer

Sultry, syrupy juices

Running all over the barn

Still salty are her cheeks

The tracks of tears

Go all the way to that distant land

Awaiting dwellers

Just as she, 

Awaiting an answer.

Reviews

[justa335]

Typical cad and it depicts the other side of a woman's Penelope complex. I like the lyrical Edwardian feel of this poem, Blossom.

[Blossom]

Thanks, Justa. You like the lyrical Edwardian feel and I more than like these words of praise, Justa.:-) Oui, many a cad out there and an equal number of gullible damsels too, I fear.
By the by, I'm off to stargazing, but as it's daytime, for now, reading on it would do! ;-)

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Ohh god I think that guy is little unlucky. Leaving the fortune behind, how one can win in life?
Sometimes god gives too much to the one who don;t even care about it & the other side is all waiting for Autumn in life....Life is strange! I love this poem its really nice!

[Blossom]

There are so many unlucky ones out there, with misplaced priorities, who, in pursuit of material goods, lose true love. I am sure that at some point in their lives, when it's awfully late, they do realize what they've lost. Thanks for loving the poem! :-)

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Welcome friend!

[Suzy Hazelwood]

A love story within a poem, I do love this Blossom, makes me feel as if I'm reading a classic poem or novel. One of those I want to read quite a few times!! :o)

[Blossom]

Two lines of pure pleasure is what I have to say to this heartening comment, Suzy. I love the word 'classic' to be used for my poems. Thanks again! :-)
By the by, a story within a poem is something you might be seeing more from me.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Fabulous piece Blossom. Please post more.

[Blossom]

Thank you, Cherry Pepperweb! Watch this space, girl :-)

[Cherry Pepperweb]

I will. You're welcome. :)

[Roland Petrov]

I can't compete with you in love poems! Hey, glad you're here, as are Data, Ewan (as Nomeklatura), and Suzy Wordmuse (as Suzy Hazelwood), to name a few of the refugees.

[Blossom]

Thanks, comrade! I just replied to you on your poem on l'amour.
By the by, can anyone tell me how to increase the font for reading here?? After two weeks and several hours of grading tests, my eyes cannot read this microscopic font. :-(

[Caitlin Renee]

The last stanza is amazing. You really hit your momentum there. The kitten metaphor in the third stanza took me out of the lyrical world you created, I think because it was a little predictable.

Really though, "crisp with pocketfuls of power" is going to echo in my head all day. What a delicious phrase. Beautiful.

[Blossom]

Thanks, Caitlin Renee. The first child, the first poem and of course, the first review are always prized! :-)


Thanks for appreciating the ethos of the last stanza and ‘crisp with . . .’
I also welcome your comment on the kitten idea being predictable. Sorry for taking you out of the lyrical world. I assure you, I shall assuage the damage caused by sharing a lyrical poem soon (whenever creativity kicks in, that is.) :-)
Upon my next log in, I’ll definitely check your work. I’m sure I’ll find something to enjoy and comment upon.
Thanks again!

[A. Fiorillo]