PAD Day 24—Two For Tuesday

Skírnismál, one of the poems in the Poetic Edda. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everyone knows love and its opposite. There are love poems galore because each person experiences it differently. On the flip side, each person has experienced the other side of love; the one that brings pain/suffering instead of continued joy.

Poetic Asides asks participants in its Poem-A-Day Challenge to tackle the subject of love today. It’s Two For Tuesday with a call for a love poem and an anti-love poem. Wait for it. The scramble is on, with the upshot being poets throwing poems by the handful into that cyber ring.

I have to ask forgiveness on this one, for it brings both aspects together into one poem. I hope you enjoy it. Later I’ll probably feel guilt and do at least one more poem for the day.

 

Too Short

 

Memory serves to recreate that moment

When temptation and speculation began

With a look, an accidental touch, a word.

Wearing your autumn fire in your hair

 

You smiled with dark brown eyes,

Laughing at something said by another.

I watched, knowing love again

Within a heart made cynical by life.

 

That moment when you turned and sighed,

Snuggled, saying you wanted to be kissed.

Ah, how could you know my thrill in that

Instant of being wanted by languid request.

 

A time of sweet refrain marched to its tune,

Leaving me unprepared of its ending too soon.

Guilt and hurt reprised tamped cynicism,

Bringing an understanding of full meaning,

 

To one who’d never been allowed this life

With another to share all my joys and strife.

© Claudette J. Young 2012

 

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Rejection: A Poet’s Best Friend?

Poets are like country singers; telling stories about troubled times, love, and personal angst. Along with all that is rejection. And that’s what was called for on Poetic Asides this morning.

Rejection comes in all shapes, sizes, and attitudes. The longer the connection between the beginning of a relationship and the end helps determine the magnitude of the rejection felt by the one left behind. Whether a person is the one being rejected or something that the person created, the impact is the same. Creator identifies with her creation just as strongly as lovers are connected in a relationship.

My offerings for today on this subject speak from both sides of the equation; the rejecter and the rejectee. Enjoy!

The Tangled Web

It began with a tiny thing;

A lie of that day’s convenience.

A first strand in the web you wove

To make yourself important, and

Disguise truth you could not bare shown.

More silk strands followed to entrap

The weaver in tales unforgotten,

By those brought to emotions ruined.

Thoughtless weaving. Strands delusions,

All make to tangle the weaver.

Go now into your web of lies.

Seek only new fools to believe.

Whisper’s Allure

Whisper soft came your urgings,

Touching deep inside with needs unmentioned,

Taking time to root beneath wall of safety,

Moving toward ultimate takeover.

“Can you hold me?”  you asked in the dark,

Whisper soft came your urgings,

Never breathing a hint of your design,

Taking my faith in love for granted.

I fell, quickly to your lumberman’s saw,

My need to fulfill those of yours, even as your

Whisper soft came, your urgings

Driving me further from myself and my haven.

Soon you left me behind, crumpled and weary,

Broken on the steps of love’s temple sublime,

Never to understand why now after

Whisper soft came your urgings.

Happy Easter, everyone. May you have a lovely day with those whom you love.

As always my work is copyrighted, so for those who’d like to use it elsewhere, please ask permission first. Thank you.

© Claudette J. Young 2012

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A Poem We Will Go

 

The Old English epic poem Beowulf is written in alliterative verse and paragraphs, not in lines or stanzas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poetic Asides’ annual April Poem-a-day Challenge has begun. Today’s prompt dial landed on aspects of communication.

Love poems, rejection poems, personal and impersonal, fast and future, funny, and poignant; words flow from diverse poems worldwide in this marathon of lyricism.

The first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt this morning was conversation. People communicate on multiple levels the majority of the time. A voice’s tones, a word’s inflection, all communicate a separate message. Otherwise, sarcasm wouldn’t be as cutting as it is.

My mind focused on what one could overhear that says one thing on the auditory level. On the visual level, however, another conversation would take place. Meanings take on a depth that sometimes has to be seen as well as heard.

This was my first post on Poetic Asides (PA) this morning.

Five-Star Dining

“Did you eat?”

“Some hours ago.”

“Oh? Disappointing?”

“I hate dining out now.”

“And why is that? Please tell me.”

“I get no satisfaction now.”

“In what way?”

“Salivation.”

“Oh. Did you get bored?”

“My server had no taste.”

“Do you need help finding new foods?”

He shook his head as he drew her near,

Nuzzling close.

“You’ve got me spoiled.”

She threw back her head,

Laughing with abandon.

Power came with submission.

“Drink, darling, of my vintage wine.”

He drank deep,

Her essence warm,

Her love new again.

“You’re intoxicating.”

His bloody mouth left her throat.

“You’ve never learned. Home cooking’s best.”

For those who’re connoisseurs of fine poetry, forgive my liberties with form and subject. I had deliberate intent.

There is opportunity later in the day to post more poems for this prompt, and I might do just that given spare time.

I hope you enjoy my efforts throughout this month. Drop by often to see where prompts and personal thoughts take my poetry for this challenge. Be sure to drop in a comment when the spirit or Muse moves you.

© Claudette J. Young 2012

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