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"all bad poetry springs from genuine feeling" - Oscar Wilde.

Strangers

Walking in the dark,

We walk alone,

Waiting for that spark...

 

Strangers

We let ourselves go,

Thinking our love

Will bring some more,

 

‘Oh well’, the wise man says,

‘Son, you have to let it go,

The more you try, the more you’ll know,

That knowing doesn’t help a thing,

When people look for a perfect fling’...

 

Have to be an actor

To date a movie star,

Got to love the night

When the day’s too far,

 

(I know... I have seen your eyes,

Every word filled with background screams

Yet they laugh at what you say,

And they’re not even movie stars)

 

Read my lips and you will see,

The loudest words that lay underneath,

Read my verse and you will feel,

The pain so majestic, no one can heal...

 

Destructive... worthless... pain

Incongruous...dogma... bane

Wondrous... refractive... pain

Walking in the dark... waiting for the spark...

 

Love can’t be

A conjunction

Between you and me...

Reviews

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. ah, sheer genius ! ... all the way ... every word and every line ... every thought and every insight ... indeed, your conclusion is accurate ... perfect in fact ... love is unconditional ... the moment a condition enters the picture ... it ceases to exist ... no matter who it is for ... and what kind of love it is ... but it takes great courage and resilience to love unconditionally ... as you know ... and well, in this case at least, imho knowing counts for something ...

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is the hardest thing to find and very difficult to hold on to. I like the way you made your point in this poem.
"Destructive... worthless... pain
Incongruous...dogma... bane
Wondrous... refractive... pain
Walking in the dark... waiting for the spark.."
A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote