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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24 April 2013

A Love Poem

I might write a love poem of sorts to either or both of my cats —
except that so often, in so many ways, I've already done that.

I might write one about chocolate, surely my grandest passion.
But rhapsodising on food? Scoffing it's more my fashion.

The love of books and reading — that might make more sense.
But the poem would be far too long and the number of books immense.

What of my passion for poetry? Appropriate subject for verse.
Poetry's the love of my life! That says it all, but how terse.

So I'll just have to come back to you yet again, my lovely man
and keeping writing love poems to you as long as ever I can!

This, then, is a love poem to Andrew, although he's no longer alive.
I know that wherever he is, he's wishing for me to thrive.

Let's call his new home by an old name, let's say he's in Heaven Above,
a feisty, funny angel who can read this expression of love.

I miss you, you silly bugger! Why did you go and get dead?
I wish you were here beside me, in the marriage bed.

Many will tell me you are, but it's hard to cuddle a ghost.
At my time of life it's not sex but cuddles I miss the most.

For cuddles I have the cats, for sensual pleasure chocolate.
With the reading and writing, of course, I escape or sublimate.

So I'm doing just fine without you and I almost never cry.
You don't have to worry about me.... Love you till I die.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 23: a love poem and/or an anti-love poem. (This is intended as both — 'anti' in that it's not romantic.)

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16 comments:

  1. Love this Rosemary! 'Scoffing it's more my fashion.'...made me smile. I would miss cuddles too... Thank you for sharing in verse this journey you've been on in the last months especially.

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    1. Thank you, dear 'Poet Laundry' for readign and caring.

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  2. behind this there is a tight feeling...and even the strength of that last line...it stings a bit....you know...

    if i wrote of books it would def be a long poem...haha...

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    1. Yes, I'm sure all writers are great readers.

      It was meant to have a bit of a sting in the tail. (I'm a Scorpio after all.)

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  3. Emotional and honest. I am sorry for all you've been through. So hard to lose your love.

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  4. Oh, Rosemary, you have such a great heart and you are so brave and humorous. "Love you til I die" says it all, though. I am sure, somehow, he can read this poem!

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. Yes, I think that is possible.

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  5. Very touching, Rosemary. Ha, you have your cats; and I have my dogs! And poetry.

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    1. And in those we are blessed, if not quite consoled.

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  6. Really touching. There's a longing and yet the honesty reins it back in. Well penned, Rosemary.

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  7. What a lucky cat he was to have an owner who loved him so much...I also do a lot of sublimating ;)

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    1. Oh the dear cats are still alive. It is one of the owners who has passed on.

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  8. Melancholy images make me fear getting older. I can't imagine life without my better half.

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    1. Appreciate what you have while you have it! I stil agree with the old saying: It is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.

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