A cynical take on love and pain itself, but hauntingly true. I particularly enjoyed the last stanza. It makes me think, yes what's the point of giving the dead, the love-sick at that, pretty bouquets of flowers that are just going to die as well. This almost makes me feel like, what's the point in loving --> "love's just a future laid to rest" right? Great write once again...you always outdo yourself.
Ah, a twisted, but welcome, break from the typical love poem.
"All the plans and the pledges
the laughter and the hope
re-buried treasures marked with an X
Though the body's still warm
and the heart full of blood
pain's just a memory of how we once were"
Bitterly sad, as the others said, yet very true. People have such an idealistic view of love, but often don't realize what they're doing to themselves with it. Great work, nothing less than I would have expected from you.
This poem takes a look at how we as human beings react or bear the pain of love. 'plans and pledges, laughter and hope, re-buried marked with an x' Its so true, how when we fall in love we dont just love the person but we also love the future we see, the children we will bring to the world, the house we will live in etc. When that love is killed we face the fact of not only loosing that person but our future we also imagined. Like you said time will absorb the pain so its only for us to brace ourselves and get through it for the duration and go from an end to a new beginning.
a lovely, jaded, and realistic view of love and love lost. it's wonderful to see ageless topics refreshed with beautiful thinking and amazing writing. well done!
I'm interested in the body metaphor here, which belies the cynicism of the piece. This relationship was important enough to the narrator to constitute a separate body. All the forensic trappings remain even when the life's gone out of it. And it will be investigated, parties tried, verdicts handed down. Or even if not subjected to such formal inspection, the damage is done, levies assessed. This suggests a macabre rendering of something vital and irreplaceable.
You are like the Skit "Laser Cats" but with a laser cat that shoots anti love sentiment juice......lol. Man this is a little depressing I must say, as a hopeless romantic I always hope that this is not true, but the older I get, the more it seems so...but really I can't help but to think that there are people out there that life would be a ball full of bliss with forever if you could just find them. I am going to clone myself, give my self a sex change and then make love to myself all night long...woohooo....I know I love me. What if I dont? Beautiful stuff as always my skeptic friend.
a poignant piece about past loves lost...and love's sad refrain plays and replays once again ...if only we all could get it right once in a while..... perhaps it would save much misery and pain extremely well penned and expressed write!
ah this is sadness to me.. cynical and only gently acerbic. it feels reflective, as told by a survivor of many lost loves.. how do you bring to mind such a vivid image with so few descriptions?
this one aches like a lost limb...
love never dies..or does it? Your insightful cynical take on that special feeling...nothing like a dose of romance to keep the fires burning..! You never fail to deliver a interesting view point and this no disappointment..
WE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW
by Haz
I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps
enough space between them
for your space.. more..