Innocent-love is cursed with lack of sight; and so, through blind-faith puts good-sense aside. Long suffering-love imagines what might have been; thus, emptiness is justified. Blinded-love will abandon dignity, it will forsake its need for […]
Month: November 2014
Attractions
Love is prone to the pull of attractions; beguiled by sight and a theatre of thoughts; enamoured by touch and aroused reactions; exposed to the pleasure of seductive sports. Too easily flattered by beauty’s praise […]
As of now
Love, as of now, attached to living flesh; at end, all but fixed to an epitaph. Love, as of now, tender, ever fresh; at end, has refuge in a photograph. What then, says this, of […]
Afterwards
Afterwards, when there’s nothing of him left but a bag of bones in compounded clay, he asks that we not mourn, or moan bereft, as if scripted tight to a tragic play. We are not […]
One More Sonnet 