Love is MortalA Poem by Jarrettmy rebuttal to the Corinthians verse
Love... --- They say that “love” is an immortal thing, Enduring, and forever lasting --- I do not see this to be true, that love is instead a mortal thing Like petals of a stripped flower that lay, cast aside and forgotten To wither neatly in the afternoon sun --- Love is a finite thing, with a life that must be tended Sustained as a child should be, cradled and sheltered So that it may not fade, as does so much ink on tattered pages Only traces left to remain, as a writer’s thoughts are lost to time --- Love is born, as we all are, and can lead a life of its own Though most often, whether one admits it, love is neglected And love suffers as the neglected do, starving, withering away to but a ghost Until a day comes when it cannot sustain, its life with no hope, without cherish Like us, love can be born, can live… and can die --- The death of love is a tragic thing, a death within ourselves, a dying piece of us We grieve its loss and bury it in sorrow, a deeper grave than most Marking the plot with all one’s memories, a gravestone carved by the past A monument for only the self’s viewing, to silently suffer in recollection So when I hear of love’s immortality, that everlasting divinity created in poetry and song I need only visit my own plot and marker, inscription all but faded and grass grown high --- Love is fleeting, and can lift you higher than you’ve ever been Love can make you feel like you’ve been born anew But love is far from infinite, for even we who love will die Love’s time is limited, demanding and infantile in need Love can live, and love can die Love can fade, and can be forgotten Love is a mortal thing...
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StatsAuthorJarrettGreeley, COAboutMy name is Jarrett, and I write as a hobby. I used to have great dreams of becoming a well-known writer, but then life happened and I put the pen away. I recently came back to the joy of writi.. more..Writing
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