My Dearest Oscar.

An error by a fan for a writers, a God, a criminal.

My dearest and sweet Oscar,

My thoughts reach out across time for you,

Tempers flare at the demise of greatness,

A hand once stroking now withered by two.

 

Alfred knocks on vanity’s door to often,

The scourge of trouble never far from his lips,

Tactless and loved by all and marred by fathers,

His only premise is bound to him, his hips.

 

She, Constance, wrote measures to stop you,

Her heart never in one place or one time,

Protective Mothers using weapons of femininity,

A true tramp is her only and deceased crime.

 

You now lay wasted and too far from my reach,

No more quips to tickle them or for me to foster,

Lay silent and sleep to know you are genius,

I love you, Wilde, my dearest sweet Oscar.

 

Author's Note

Do with it as you will.

Reviews

[Andrea Vargas]

A very nice flow, and your sentancesa are very strong each one can hold its self but yet they all complement each other so well, your format is amazing!

Your message, for me i was a little confused at first, not fully understanding it, but after a couple of reads i came to see the struggle in it. Amazing write

[Wolf's Dark Song]

I really like this. Great job.

[Wandering Violet]

I like it! He's one of my favourite authors too.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A brilliant write Thomas, Bravo!

[Thea]

I like the last stanza...Just like Coyote, I've read it twice before I understand the idea behind this...Amazingly written... :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I had to read a few times to understand the story and the desire of this poem. People must struggle to become who they are. No easy road for anyone. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote