Many A Wasted Wednesdays
What don't you feel
Mother of love,
........So pure and soft
To sinless touch
Will not fold in arm
Unworthy hands such,
Broken in
Spirit
Provided, work with sun and moon
Lay watching you in peaceful sleep
By twilight space, blanketed figures
Caressed in shape of spoon.
.......Creeping through a day
Setting up, onslaught nights
Where tame of flesh disturbed
Surrender, Defend?
Obey, upend!
Quick fingered tappestry weaving fates
Goddesses of remaining days
Left up to their judgement
Our love.
..........Of course tis not the same
Tip toeing obstacles
What once was romance
Now an unfun game,
Oh lover, children's mother,
Shuttered out
An unfair amount of time
playing angles as friends
To...in the end
Get mine.
..................Doesn't feel very victorious,
When you....................are without a win.
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Comments
merciful gawd!  you talented monster,  dude, the reader is loving reading this...hey I'm a huge Shakespeare  fan; had to memorize the Hamlet speech; ...to be or not to be...Devon your poetry is so eclectic bro; a banquet table full of themes and techniques, you are fearless and awesome...so freaking cool....you completely suspended my disbelief with this one; a poetic feast....virtual high five, good times...cheers fella
Thank you Christopher, how you been man? Ive been in the shit of late, just can't win. I can never win. I was going to remain quiet tonight but your comment was about the best thing to happen to me today besides being with my kids. Well what can I say, that when I let the bleeding heart out of the bag I can be st my best. Sorry if I sound like a drag it can't be helped but you made me feel a bit better man. Thanks for picking me up a little have a good night.