Enigma Dilemma

Thou hast destroyed me, thou, my love of old!

To a dry haystack

You were the match

A spark to ignite that

Which wanted flames

But you doubt your eyes

Doubt the heat, and

Wonder how such tricks

Are even possible

No white doves

Nor red roses will

I conjure out of thin air

I can only utter words like

A crazed Cassandra

Whom they called a 

Madwoman and a liar 

For speaking the truth

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I sense a reluctant other is the basis for this one, maybe someone who has been burned before and is wary of venturing into the waters again. The speaker counters by stating his only power lies in his words, which will speak only the truth. Well, good luck. Poets don't give up easily.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting. I guess you're right about poets: a stubborn bunch of diehard idealists with no concern for practical realities...(or, is it just me?)

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the below lines Laz.
"You were the match
A spark to ignite that
Which wanted flames
But you doubt your eyes
Doubt the heat, and
Wonder how such tricks"
The above lines. So wonderful. When we feel the heat. We need more. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

Strange how it had to be Cassandra, a woman, who became the doomed one!!! You've created a clever undercurrent to ancient history here, sir.. ' .. the match ~ A spark to ignite that Which .. '

[Laz K.]

Given the right circumstances, a single match might start a conflagration.

[barleygirl]

I found myself relating your message to my own jadedness about romantic love. Sometimes it doesn't matter how many times a person says "I love you" -- the words just grow more & more suspect, the more it's said -- after a person has been jaded beyond belief about love. Love your way of speaking thru imagery here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laz K.]

Thank you for your thoughts!

[Lorry]

I've always thought truth should be renamed Cassandra, as the more you use it, the less you're believed. Yet with time proving you correct, a silent indignation is what is given in place of an apology.
Funny how they have so much to say before that though, isn't it?
I doth like this immeasurably, for at least 17 reasons, none of which are talking to me now 😝

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting.
It baffles me how the Greeks had a god, goddess, a myth, a story to explain and shed light on so many aspects of life, and the human psyche. Again, thanks for your thoughts.

[ThirtyOnePetals]

“ a spark to ignite” I love it!

[Laz K.]

Thank you!

[CLR9]

you can conjure me :))))))))))))))))

[Laz K.]

Abrakadabra! :)
Thanks for reading, and the commenting.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I relate this to that new relationship that seems magic, but we fail to believe in it because the past relationship was a disastrous trick that didn't work...
so the trust is gone...Even when there is no trick and that love is standing right before us in total honesty...we expect some sleight of heart.
j.

[Laz K.]

As Mark Twain said, "The cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again -- and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore."

Thank you for reading and commenting.