In her eyes
I see tender,
desperate love.
For an insensate egotist.
She loves him because
she needs to love.
Not necessarily,
someone deserving.
Like a young vine
that clings to
the first rough stone wall
it reaches out to.
A love so true
it'll die unknown,
unrequitted, uneulogised.
She'll fall in love again
even after having
her tendrils scorched.
But not as passionately.
March 2004
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, February 10, 2006
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2 comments:
Sf, i really loved this and could also (sigh) relate to it. the mood was wonderfully expressed.
Simplcity of the poem is really commendable.
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