My cliché- Unrequited Love

It shouldn't rhyme

A thorn-bird, my love song does bleed

I sadly die singing my fateful plead

 

No dawn to dance in the darkness of skies

And sorrow slays the smiles in my eyes

 

Pleading, a child, my love dwells denied

At closed gates remains cruelly deprived

 

Blood brews bitter as my days go by

Fermented by what-if, where, and why

 

Questions I ask to answer my quest

Why love was jade, my craving her jest

 

 my longings slaughtered at the altar of love

like a helpless lamb or a crying dove

 

 So no harp plays music in halls of my heart

And to no end this journey sees to my start

Author's Note

Image- "Unrequited Love" MD Nagg
to be continued......

Reviews

[TAO]

Maybe everybody's cliche, put to word with skill absolute as the darkness of a cold, lonely Universe.

[Marie Harrison]

Great poem. I love the idea of the thornbird and the blood. Nice imagery.

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maybe it should rhyme
maybe it should reason
but your words are beautiful
in any season

. and that "harp" is amazing ... what a line !!! ...