Have you ever tasted love?
Something poets ever dream of.
Sunlight on a mourning flower
Alarmed by midnight's shower.
Warmed nectar filling the air
Softening ill of grim despair.
Have you ever wasted love?
Letting it pour out your heart,
Winding, weeping, ways apart,
Drying like a desert stream,
Dying sense of self esteem,
Every single try for naught.
Pray it's not a fated thought.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / January 2017
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've reached out to one of my sons repeatedly this past year and he never returns my calls in spite of knowing the gravity of my health. (Even on New Years and Christmas) It hurts something awful and angers me as well. Initially I started this poem to send to him but out of love decided not to. P.S. I am not an "Aries" but the photo seemed appropriate.
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yes yes yes wonderful piece ww
I just posted this seconds ago. Thanks.
I'm fast dude!
beautifully written poem. So sad to hear about your son. Words dont seem to do this justice. Praying for you.--Christina
Thanks for the prayers. Folks keep telling me they help. I do have a lot to be thankful for, one thing special is the support on MPS. Hugs Christina.
Brilliantly written with a depth of meaning that is hiding in the shadows of the poem, your son. writing poetry is an art form that creates so many stories that we can all learn from and cherish those words if need be. your poem here is one of those important pieces of work. keep your chin up and I hope you and your son rejoice in getting together at some point.
Kevin. I don't know what to say. I am touched by your remarks. You are right. I could have looked into my notebook of ideas to write a poem but was so frustrated that I could not reach my son over the holidays that I started with an plan to e-mail him something about love. The poem just took on a life of its own from there and in the end my anger resolved. Thanks for your kind remarks.
then keep on doing what you are doing if it is helping you wash your tears away. vent it out in the best way you can. from where I am sitting it looks like that has to be poetry. go let you pen flow my friend.
Regret is a terrible thing. I hope they pick up the phone. I have my fingers crossed, and all will be good for you, Augustus!
Thanks. Cross your toes too. Heh, heh.
Ok. I will TOE tally do that!...:)
Beautiful poem, I hope your son returns all the calls you have sent x
Thanks for sharing "A" ~ There is nothing more hurtful than "unrequited" love from a close member of ones Family ! I have sometimes found that sending a Poem or a letter with a Photo can break the ice between you ~ Thinking of you and praying for you ~ BRIAN.
Wonderfully written poem, sorry to hear about your son
Thanks, Tony.
Welcome
Sweet read. I felt a little rejected by my son over the holidays. I remember telling my self once that the greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love even when love is not returned. I hope this helps,stay strong, you are love itself
You are so right. I kept telling myself that, but I was hurting and angry. I felt so selfish. Writing helped. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Augustus, the poem is beautiful, well written. I too have a son who has drifted away and has said some cruel things and strangely I feel guilty. Projectbeing is spot on, if we can love without expectation that can be the most rewarding love. This has been a bittersweet holiday season for me also. I lost a 27 year old grandson on Thanksgiving Day to drugs. We weren't especially close but now I wish we had been. Life is so damn fragile and short. Hang in there old boy.
"Old boy" = pot calling kettle black. Heh, heh. Sorry about your grandson. That is tough. Yes, too short. Like running out of gas before you make it home.
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