Oak Beam Lament

We once shared an old....

‘Oak Beam Lament’

Oh oaken beams where are you

Magnolia walls alight

I need you for my lover

That she may sleep tonight

 

Oh twisted tortured fragment

Of parchment strange delight

Poems written yesterday

My love may read tonight

 

Oh blistered ceiling

Polished floor and rocking chair

That rocks no more

 

I gave you these

And little more

Why then did you love me

?

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I know just how many cracks there are in my ceiling as well Neville. Been there, done that bought the wotsit and then done it again. And again and. Going to lie down now and try not to look at my ceiling.

[Neville]

Thank you for the thumbs up Ken.. a much appreciated visit I can tell ya... Now then take a deep breath & think of Eng... oops Scotland.. N

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Expectations in Love...They grow and grow and never end. There was an age when love traveled to distant lands, in the form of little love notes, upon the backs of homing pigeons and was sustained for lifetimes. Now, our sincere, heartfelt poetry, suffices perhaps only for the briefest of blissed phases and then its onto more complex kind of things, baffling for the simple poet. I shed tears for all those poets with so much of their heart and soul to offer. I wish it was enough but it seldom is. Great poem, Neville!

[Neville]

Thank you so very much for this most reasoned of responses to these old words of mine...much appreciated, I can tell ya.. N

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

You’re most welcome Neville!

[Neville]

cheers my feline friend..

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Cheers Neville :))))))

[Chris Shaw]

The author wants the best for his love, in reality he is unable to provide that. But he makes up for it, poems from his heart and soul, but that alas appears not to be enough. This romance appears to have gone sour, and there are unresolved issues here. It's always the unresolved questions that are the hardest to deal with. Answers can make a lot of difference, even if they are painful. Without them, there can be no closure, only torment. Nicely expressed Neville. Sad little poem.

Chris

[Neville]

Why thank you ever so our Chris.. maybe the final stanza should read.. Why then did you leave me'... actually, I know why, so am gonna leave it as.... Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

Losing or lost love, wondering what was and what could have been, unresolved feelings.