Poem -
When it Comes to Love
Darkness has become my
very light
I suppose even a flicker,
better than nowt?
my belief of love
has sometimes been doused in petroleum
a bonfire waiting to go up in flames
yet
I shall not give up this great fight
after all I am the poetess
and the ending of this poem
is mine to write
my blood is my ink
pulsating veins raging inside
happy ever after or tragedy and death?
some days
I just can’t decide…
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Comments
Tis indeed the poets prerogative to decide the way in which to end their work .. indeed, such poetic license is what makes this particular art form so very special and possibly why besides the beauty one might find the reason why I first fell madly and blindly in love with it ..
Brava Shirley H .. Neville
My dear Nev, so happy to see you, you have read every last poem I've written. So very kind of you to come by on this my new adventure, the features are overwhelming me, may take oh about a few years to get to understand this site but I'm happy to be here dear friend. Thank you my darling Nev. ❤️
NICE WRITE KEEP WRITING LINDA
Thank you Linda. 🌹
loved one, now two. back soon to read another.
Thank you so much Mark, I am so very truly humbled when other writers likes my work. 🌹