I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 April 2009

Anti-Love Poem (April Challenge 14/2)

Prompt 2: an anti-love poem.

No longer beautiful,
no longer young –
but worse, you’ve become
stupid and scared.

You used to be
a gracious man
as well as
a memorable lover.

No more long hair
no more poetry
no more original thought
and no more daring.

Now you are
permanently middle-aged
and ordinary, like everyone.
No more fire.

If you hadn’t
got back in touch
you’d always have been
a question mark.

(Sigh!) I could wish
for ignorant bliss
rather than this burlesque
of my romantic memories.

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