Who could?

Echo the halls

Flood my heart

A brand new adventure

For us,

Is to start

I know you've advanced

But lest we forget

A battle is not over

Until caught in the net

Wars have been wagered

Lives on the line

Another has fallen

But who has the time

My lover,

My fighter,

But where have you gone

Eyes close for a second

This battles not won

I search for another

But who will there be

Who could,

Or who would,

Ever love me

 

 

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

Love is a battlefield that's for damn sure. I often ponder the the whole "Brain vs heart" conflict. To me what we call our heart is actually just the part of us that wants to have the "fairytale" view of love, we want to believe that love can transcend reality. But nothing transcends reality and that seems to be the bitter truth of it. This was a well written poem and it had a simple yet enticing flow to it. Well done.

[Ed Hart]

yourself, that' who

[.]

. the apparent simplicity of your writing sparkles so much that it usually startles me ... and then the profundity of your words overwhelms ...

. every woman is a girl goddess ... shame on potential paramours for not knowing ...

. it's a sleeping world ... in which i'm awake ... the "asleep" lie ... the "awake" die ... they who are to tend to withering flowers ... are weak from woes and misery ... they look past us for hours and hours ... as if we were the enemy ... yet it's relentless strength ... that brings love home to us ... when from rescuees we turn rescuers ... for love is way above all fuss ... just my thoughts ... inspired by your thoughts ...

[Jibey]

The language is close-packed and simple in its description of situation and feeling... with the battle forming the central image... It works well... and as one battle concludes an other begins... Incidentally people fall in love with the most unlikely candidates... Many a person feels they could never be loved - but many a person is surprised by joy...