Never the God

Another from my 'personal' collection.

Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,

Where do we go from here, my son,

I spent my essence, loving and lusting,

Chasing a paper god, my son.

 

I turned my sword to a feathered quill,

Ensnared your mother’s heart, my son,

She loved the god in the paper spill

But never the god in your father, son.

 

We came together when life was full

And loved at the morning light, my son,

‘Til she grew heavy and I grew dull

While you just quickened and grew, my son.

 

Then you burst out like a single star

That beamed from our both horizons, son

We loved you more than the what-we-were

Than ever we loved each other, son.

 

So she grew bitter and sharp of tongue

And I went back to the pen, my son,

But all the words that I’d ever sung

Unravelled in desolation, son.

 

And when she left, she took you too,

The light in my life went out, my son,

I would she’d loved me as I loved you

But love is a laceration, son.

 

Now you have grown, the world’s ahead,

Your eyes are eager and bright, my son;

Don’t spend your essence on paper gods

Or trust in a woman’s love, my son.

 

For dreams and all ambitions fade

When a woman leaves in a storm, my son,

Remember the price that your father paid;

Love sought and lost in a rhyme, my son.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Kristallo]

"She loved the god in the paper spill
But never the god in your father, son." .... beautifully expressed. This is a truly exquisite write, bitter sweet, and genuine. It must have come from the deepest shallows of your heart. Love is a laceration, indeed, something i've seemed to learn in repeat throughout my years. There is such vivid clarity and humbling phrasing used here, this is an excellent write, very thought provoking and meaningful. Thank you so much for sharing your gift, your message, with us.

[David Scott]

This is special!
Thank you for sharing it. I have a lump on my throat.

[Amila Jay]

This is awesome :))

[SINDE]

You said it all in fine crafted art and I'm left in awe.

[Emerald Seas]

Well written with a clear message. I find it sad, even perhaps a little bitter? Well crafted, David, and definitely delivering a thoughtful punch - in rhyme.

[Poppie Mira]

a beautiful write. great poem. I always appreciate your thoughts.

[Nyx]

I love the emotion in this! The repetition of 'my son' makes it even more poignant and gripping. The rhyme, albeit precise and rhythmic, doesn't mask the very voice of the subject matter. Brilliant!