The beauty of hindsightA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"a fun poetic challenge"
Xylitol-flavored words hinted at a kaleidoscope of sweetness Which I
thought was coming from her soul’s benevolence, But, wretched
man am I, a failed genome of romanticism, Her demure
smile, overruled by an ostentatious gaze, Sunk my soul
with antipathy - should I have known? My sanity in
jeopardy, I’ve yodeled like a canary in a coal mine. Should I have
heard it in the happy cadence of her voice? The
shimmering evanescence of a love without velocity Maybe I could
have been more furtive, but, what can I say - With my
pessimistic lemons and her giddy happiness We made lemonade revealing everything underneath. And now? I’m
indefinitely dumbfounded by this haphazard hoopla " All my fresh answers in the questionnaire of love Now seems like Neolithic nonsense " quite ironic, isn’t? what is ironic? Maybe she is the magnanimous one, forgiving my midlife
weakness And what am I?
Resolute in my obsession to forget. Hindsight is a terrific remedy, helping, today again, To shake the dust of that stupendous love Off my stubborn sandals, as zealously as I can.
© 2016 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 28, 2016 Last Updated on July 28, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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