Unreal

         UNREAL

"Hurt...The only thing I know;
 Pain.....The only feel I feel;
 Hell...The place I yearn to go,
 When...her love proved unreal!

 When I grow up, perhaps I'll learn
 How to keep pace, how to keep time
 And how to find the Love I've earned...
 If "LOVE" 's not just a nursery rhyme!

 

mark teague, about 1977

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Short, sharp and to the point! We certainly change our viewpoints as we get older, and realise that nothing is as complex as 'love'. What woman can ever really appreciate a man; what man can ever hope to understand a woman? Like separate species we roam the planet, hunting our prey, the male hunter, the female hunted - then she turns and catches us! Oops! The things you run into when you've left your Kalashnikov at home!

[cest la vie]

I love a piece that says so much, with few words. This is one of those. Direct, almost accusatory to "Love" itself. I love this piece!! I wonder, is love a rhyme? Sure can run us around in cirles, and at times be make believe. Hmmm....

[Phibby Venable]

I think this holds true for so many..it is so difficult when love goes from wonderful
to false..you capture the frustration and despair. i love the movement of this.

[Ellen Hammond]

This is a poem probably everyone who is over 25 can relate to, especially the last line. I thought love was a nursery rhyme too. But, then I found out love is real though sometimes it may not be accepted or returned. At other times it can be very real, true, and requited, yet due to timing and other committments, it can never be fully realized in every sense. Love the poem!

[Sheila Kline]

Dear Mark!
We all such great expectations when we are young, and then when they are often unmet, we are totally devastated. I have also experienced such, and have most likely never fully recovered from the love I felt for another who rejected me!
Your write explains these feelings very explicitly....... and in excellent format!!
Great job!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i remember those feelings. young love gone wrong. taking solace in poetry. my poems of this ilk date back several years before you penned this one, but i remember them well.