Bitter Breezes Poem, by Blue-eyed Bolla, at My poetic side

I wrote her name upon the water

My goddess, who was Zeus’ daughter

For from the sea she rose

With golden locks for clothes

I wrote her name with youth’s first fires

For maiden of my mad desires

THEY said I was bad news

A mean malicious muse!

I wrote her name with pen I borrowed

She left me, but for me, she sorrowed

In seaweed-sharpened shawl

Came cruellest cut of all!

I wrote her name in dreams, when dreaming

Against the spite of sirens scheming

I never had a prayer

For her, THEY would not share

I wrote her name in love-sick letters

With shackles on my wrists and fetters

All forged for me to wear;

To wash me from her hair

I wrote her name with purest passion

In hope, Fortuna, would refashion

Our Fate – star-cross’d and cruel

Secured by father’s rule

I wrote her name; my pen was pleading:

“You’re killing me!” I rhymed. When reading,

Her heart might melt inside

Along with goddess’ pride!

I wrote her name so THEY would read it

My hand – THEY swore she’d never need it

That hand will reach her still;

My love they’ll never kill!

I wrote her name on breezes blowing

Poetically, cruel seed was sowing

To make her father sad

And drive her mother mad!

Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: June 8th, 2018 23:41
Comment from author about the poem: These are lines 'dedicated' to Lorraine's parents, who in our youth, played a significant role in splitting us up. We got back together many years later,(despite their enmity and hostility) but for me, this is still a 'live' issue and I am still feeling raw... Therefore, I still have not found forgiveness..
Category: Love
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Bitter Breezes