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VAGABOND HEART

VAGABOND HEART

                                          Her love is frail as bird’s bone
                                          and holds the truth of a thief’s word,
                                          she plays “loves me, loves-me-not’'
                                          the last petal being the hardest,
                                          defoliated and left to rot

                                          He, being born with a wild heart
                                          and thirsty for love from the very start,
                                          wander the night streets holding the empty cup.
                                          The wet pavers, like a mirror, reflect his pain,
                                          and man knows broken heart can kill
                                          if not learnt how to mend and heal

                                          He carries his heart in his fist
                                          his fingers bleed from gripping with such force,
                                          the cup lays empty in the gutter
                                          and he vows never drink from it again,
                                          but his wild heart is hopeless, 
                                          the vow cannot be sustained

                                          No merriment for this vagabond heart 
                                          and his story has no happy end,
                                          as affection from her part does not exist,
                                          she plays with his love like marbles in a pit.
                                         
                                          With his love she’ll play 
                                          from his love she’ll feast 
                                          —It’s the nature of the beast!
                                        
                            

 

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matthew harris

i inferred that some ideal notion of love forever elusive generates a profusion of creativity and/or mastery of another physical or mental strength as a substitute for the pitch perfect notion of a counterpart til death do them part. 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you for your comment, Matthew. "a substitute for the pitch perfect.."
you are right Poet. I think love is not cruel, because love is just that: Love!
It's what we do with love that brings consequences of bliss or pain. 
It's the complexity of the human nature, I reckon. Both, men & women 
play with love like marbles in a pit. 

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Marion

Unrequited love, the hardest of all...fabulous write with some wonderful lines x

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Neville

This is quite possibly my favourite poem of your making to date .. indeed, there are several very fine lines in its composition but those two opening one's are amazing and certainly most memorable .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you, this is one of my favourites as well. Actually, I have a soft spot for this poem and I am so pleased you like it, Neville. I knew you would. Cheers. 

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