Will this be my path without you?
I have whittled down my life
Into ever smaller pieces ~
I have carved away the bits
That are easily spared and still ~
I find unnecessary parts to rid
Myself of ~ things that I will never
Miss ~ and then there’s you ~
I don’t know what to do with you ~
Do you end up in the discard pile
Where things that disappoint me go ~
Or will I make excuses for you
As I have always done before ~
Give you one more chance to be
The man we both need you to be ~
Perhaps it’s just that you have
Come to the end of my rope ~
And perhaps you won’t be able
To hold on ~ I hope you can ~
Save us ~ make me feel your love
Make my love for you live again ~
Wow! Yes, wow! That is a very powerful poem. The winnowing of our lives is constant. Amongst the disappointment there is love, even long suffering love and hope. I think your poem speaks to and for many readers.
Frank, you are always so kind and so positive. Your words mean a lot to me. Thank you.
Love waning is a bittersweet experience. Now there is a word to ponder – bittersweet. Almost seems like an oxymoron, but anyone who has had the experience this poem describes knows it is a reality.
You have worked your magic again and I am glad to have had a chance to read it and comment.
Thank you as always!
Larry
Still, better to have loved and lost … And perhaps they’ll make it after all. Love is a tricky business. Glad my magic worked for you, and thank you, Larry, for another lovely compliment.
Ouch. This is so familiar.
But beautifully said.
~ Lily
Lily, some experiences cut across all the lines. I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you!
You are simply gorgeous. Your words are powerful. Everything that has been given the blessing to be in your care holds both of these qualities.
I love you.
XO
Heather, you unwoman me with such high praise. I’m so glad that you like my poem, and I love you too, my dear girl.
Never ever would I want to unwoman you! You taught me so much about how to be just that…a proud, strong, womanly woman. I wish I could hug you, but all of this virtual love will have to do. I couldn’t send any more your way.
Again XO-
H
You know it’s funny… they say that women cry all their tears before they leave… and I believe that’s true…once we make the decision there is no going back…. wish men could get all the clues laid out for them…before this happens. sighs.. Profound work Miss Melody.
Dani, thank you. And I agree with every word you said. Once it’s over, it’s over and not even all the king’s men can fix it. [sigh] It makes me think of this, from Edward Fitzgerald’s translation of the poem The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam, 1859
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Melody, this is just deeply beautiful. Your thought-process always amazes me and I love the phrasing of your poetry. Wow!
That means so much to me, Cher, coming as it does from a writer whom I respect and whose work I very much enjoy. Thank you, my dear.
Is it better for love to fade away or flame out in a blaze of wonderment. Great poem
Thank you, Dan, and I’ll take “flame out in a blaze of wonderment” for $1,000, Alex.
Wonderful, Melody. It’s so hard when someone you love continues to disappoint.
Janene, don’t you wonder sometimes if the theory about men and women and different planets of origin might have some basis in fact? And then there’s James Gandolfini’s character’s remark in the film, “The Mexican”, where he asked Julia Roberts’s ditzy heroine, “When two people really love each other but they can’t get it together, when do you get to that point where enough is enough?” And when she eventually puts that question to Brad Pitt, he replies simply, “Never.” So I guess perhaps it depends on how much the two people love. I think about these things! Thank you.
Beautiful poem. In honor of national poetry month I am blog hopping and trying to link to a new poem each post. I linked to this one today. May you always find just the right word.
http://www.andrewstorytime.com/2012/04/trunks.html
Thank you, Andrew. I’ve been moving and didn’t even know it was this month. I’m so glad you stopped by my site today and that you liked my poem!