Do not remember me as the poet would
Seeking heroic valediction.
Do not spin beautiful words from precious memories
Nor lace them with romance
To fashion new inspiration.
But ache for me like a lover lost,
Recalling our moments of exquisite bliss.
Feel the fierce stab of unrelenting need and broken dreams
And let your heart be torn by grief
For love and longing denied.
If then, only then, you find poetry in your loss
May it pour from you with a terrible force
And bleed from your pen to flood the page
Until you are dry of all emotion.
Comments
SundaysChild | May 15, 2009 - 20:58
This is beautiful.
Really powerful.
davidazed | May 16, 2009 - 15:00
Excellent poem, as was Spectre and Paradox; and with so much more to rehearse there must be hundreds of poems yet to pour forth. Thank you.
sunshine | May 18, 2009 - 07:17
Thank you. This is an old one, reworked on recently being reminded of endings. M
Dynamaso | May 19, 2009 - 00:06
Absolutely brilliant, particularly the last stanza.
"And bleed from your pen to flood the page
Until you are dry of all emotion."
Wow, what a powerful line this is. Yes, thanks very much.
sunshine | May 19, 2009 - 06:25
many thanks - I'm pleased you like it.