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A Poet's Death or Encore?

A Poet's Death or Encore?

 
If it not be love, please let me die
for it is I, and I alone
who can know
my true feelings, deep within my soul
 
my darling, it is but for you, that I breathe
my wrists could be tied with burning rope
I would resist the flames for your heart
I’m already under your charm filled spell
 
I love you
more than the most magnificent sunset
ever to lay down onto this gracious earth
beams of dusk skidding off waves onto land 
from the ocean so very grand
 
but…
If you were indeed to deny my love
then I shall sleep deeply in an everlasting dream
a poetess forever hoping
to change a broken past into love
for you my darling
I would, I would go to the end of the world
 
now to you” my audience”
here upon you
is your opportunity to laugh loudly…
 
as the great mohair grand drapes fall
dramatically to the floor
I get caught up 
falling most ungraciously ass over tit
entangled both my body and pride
underneath this the main curtain   
 
leaving me rather red faced
 
oh, how, how, how
could I possibly take my bow now?
even William Shakespeare himself
        ...would have died in shame  "again".
 

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Rory McGinlay

Worded rather poetically, this one, not that the others are not. 

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Shirley Harrison

ah but I still got caught in the drapes dear Rory, some ending just aren't perficked are they. So very kind of you to come by to say. Thank you. 🌹

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Bernie Martin

Wow Shirley and I have to say a simple wow does not do justice to this. A very Shakespearian beginning "if it not be love." In fact the first verse could almost be a poem on its own. I'm glad it isn't. I like the continuation of the metaphor in the second verse with burning and flames. 
Then the 3 words we always find hard to say but always want to hear. And in the following lines "beams of dusk" is a lovely phrase. 
The whole poem reads like a Shakespearian love to tragedy play and he wasn't averse to a bit of rustic language shall we say. Yes I'm referring to "ass over tit." I love "the great mohair grand drapes." This is a most wonderful poem my dear friend. I really got caught up in the emotion contained therein. 
Some brilliant lines but were I to choose a favourite, and you know by now I can't resist that, it would have to be your first line. 
Reading this at 5.30 am. Not sure sleep will return now but what a way to be woken up. 
Thank you my dear friend. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Wow to you Bernie, yes, did you know?  love be my favourite subject, thank you sir, but please do help me up its terribly dusty ? lol some endings just weren't meant to be perficked that's for sure. Bernie please excuse my expression of those words ass over tit, as I have british blood it could have been so much worse lol happy Saturday dear friend and thank you for your truly magnificent review. 🌹

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Bernie Martin

I knew yes. I'll help you rise from the dust any time. No need to apologise. Have a great day my dear friend. Lol🌹

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