Standing on the Shoulders of Poets

The incident is closed, as they say

Love’s boat she, smashed against the daily grind

Too afraid to remember pain or hurt

 

Memory called life quits

But I still live, on the threshold of others

On the outskirts of relationship

 

I dwell a self like any other

I who still call, handsome desire my friend

By crude interpretation of faltering sense

 

And inherited beliefs and concept

Ideas ingrained in language, symbol

Biology translated in feeling and need

 

The incident is closed, if I can love

Not one in particular, perhaps

 

I should take Love’s ferry across

To where everyone else lives.

 

Reviews

[Lexi I.]

LOVE, LOVE this! Now this is my interpretation, and I would love to know where you were headed with this poem.

The first stanza describes a failed relationship, a broken heart, unrequited love, etc.
In the second, the narrator somehow decides to push the bad memories away, but despite the power of mind, he/she still has to press on and live--even if it is on the outskirts of relationships.
In the third and fourth stanzas, I think that the author hints at a different "love"--that of the body. Desire comes into play, and it breaks down the act of love to a simple biological need.
In the last stanzas, it seems that the narrator resolves to continue loving as many people do today (after their hearts have been broken innumerable times) and that is purely in the physical sense.

That's my take! :)
Again, it was wonderful.

[Prolific In Verse]

What a lovely interpretation, you don't have to call him the narrator, it's really just me :)

The endurance of love without love...that is the story I'm currently most interested in.

[Antonio Valentino]

.. Gulp .. ...

gee wizzikers that was lovely!

I'm sorry.. kind of at a loss for words which is pretty hard to do..

I adore this thought.. what a grand piece you created

[Prolific In Verse]

gee wizzikers thanks! Well what's you regain your wits, do tell me what you liked most about it! Cheers

[Prolific In Verse]

Very close to the so important core dear friend.
Actually that close, the line: "
I dwell a self like any other" touched me most.
That line is so true. Love is just universal...
Glad to read you again!

E.L.

[Prolific In Verse]

In some ways, you are the only know that knows me here.

That is likewise my friend ;-)