Love Denied
By Stormcat
The hawk sat on my mailbox last week, watching, as I
returned home.
It was reminding me that I am a fierce solo hunter . .
.
and then I knew that my love had forsaken me . . .
at least in her mind, because of her inability to trust,
But I know that in her heart, she remains steadfast
I don’t really believe in “the possibility” of love at
first sight
What I believe is that love at first sight is the only
true love
Whether her
first sighing be a glimpse through a Venetian blind
Or a pic on an
internet site of someone halfway around the world
And she loved
me from that first glimpse, as I her.
My passion
unravels my ability to think logically
What am I to do
next? Is this a test?
Shall I put
forth a Herculean effort to find her and sweep her off her feet?
I don’t even
know where she lives . . . 3 hours drive from Prague?
If I flew would
she even show her face?
I've waited a
lifetime to find her!
She is that pearl
of great price that one suddenly discovers
that then upon
discovery motivates one to sell everything to obtain . . .
I cannot live
without her.
I truly cannot
live without her.
But the hawk
came again today and soared above my home
It was
reminding me that I am a fierce solo hunter . . .
I hate that
word, solo!!! As I love good company and intelligent conversation
Must it really
be for most . . . born alone, live alone, die alone?
I feel so jealous of those illusory lovers who
know no difference . . .
They don’t know it’s impossible so just maybe it isn't!
I love the straight-forward attitude and honesty of this piece. As the possibility of being alone hovers over one's head, I guess, it is natural to question if one can stand being alone or not. Personally speaking, no. It is difficult and it truly sucks. But then, good company comes along, not always in the way we expect it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it. :)
Perhaps if you follow the hawk you mind find the way to her. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the use of the hawk as a reminder of our fierce solo hunter status ~ The part in the middle is full of anguish & unrequited passion, is it love? at this point,maybe not yet ~ But the possibility is very tempting ~
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