LOVE'S LOST SEASON

DO NOT INDULGETHE NARCISSISTor so I've been told DO NOT CLAMOUR FOR HIMor it'll get old. He needs to believe that he can be freehe needs not to hearsweet nothings from me.... But for the others who'll lend me an earI tell you now without rejection or fear -that I could've loved this manwho I sought out to be mine -I would've lifted up my hands,surrendering all propriety and time. Many are the claims lovers have mademine are no differentperhaps cast in darker shades -but for now the flame that flickered has just gone out.
Aching gives no pause - Grief goes beyond cause, reason or doubt. BjR July 26 '09"I thought love would last forever: I was wrong" W.H. AUDEN

— Bonitaj, Jul 26, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

themoonman

16 years 10 months ago

Damn...

that sounds pretty final... stroooong write you've penned! whew! Richard

Bonitaj

16 years 10 months ago

Damn!

You got that right! Way to go Richard! Your attenae are up today! Just gone back to suggest the reader look up FUNERAL BLUES by W.H. Auden! His descriptions of grief are palpable! I tried to copy and paste a verse - but it hasn't worked. Probably just as well since his sun would outshine anybody's star! Glad you felt the wrath in this write! Hell hath no fury ,,, lol Boni

Seren

16 years 10 months ago

Great write Boni .. Powerful

Great write Boni .. Powerful in the loss of love in grief ... Loved it regards Jayne :)

Bonitaj

16 years 10 months ago

IT'LL GET OLD

is American parlance for - It'll become boring, ineffectual and NOT WORK...:) So no personal slight to any gender there! :) I hear you though - with STUCK UP MY HANDS - it's meant to be the past tense of HANDS UP - THIS IS A STICK UP! Total surrender! which as you suggested would've been great.... however - used that particular word in the next sentence. How 'bout we go with 'throwing up my hands' (also loaded with meaning - "in despair?'/ Really appreciate your comments and so glad your liked it. I think we have a preference for tragedy? lol Boni

Ink Dragon

16 years 10 months ago

Boni,

great one! I've actually used the image of the flickering flame in a similar context, it's so apropos, loved that this image popped up! Please do consider throwing out the bold letters and the caps in stanza 1, and there might be an alternative arrangement for the last stanza, but not necessarily so, just my little whim: Many are the claims lovers have made mine are no different perhaps cast in darker shades - but for now the flame that flickered has just gone out. Aching gives no pause - Grief goes beyond cause, reason or doubt. Yours, ~Nina

Bonitaj

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks again Nina!

Really liked separating that last verse out from the rest. Good move! Tschuss Boni