Monday, February 29, 2016

Not In Love

I'm not in love,
and won't be again.
No rooster in the dawn.
No eggs from the hen.

See the sky gone dark blue late.
No bird nor dumpling on the plate.
No stars, no moon
to compensate

for fools who feel like I did then.

11 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It is cool you responded to this prompt so wonderfully. But I dont believe you. I cant. I love your love poems way too much to do without them. LOL. Hope you are doing okay, my friend. I know you are missing your baby girl.

Sioux said...

What's the "Hardy" and "Houseman" bit?

Tom Hardy and John Houseman? I doubt it...

You do terse (and everything else) so well.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Who needs love when you've got such mad passion? Whew. I loves ya, babe. La la Mosk

Fireblossom said...

Sherry--what prompt? And yes, I miss her terribly.

Sioux--Thomas Hardy and A.E. Houseman.

Cloudia said...

You express Desolation exquisitely. Knowing it passes [or always has - eventually] doesn't help when we are in it..... Fond Aloha

Kerry O'Connor said...

I've had days (years) like this.

cayn said...

The devastation in this makes me think the trauma goes deeper than just having been hurt or feeling like you wanted love but now are afraid it's passed you by. I think it's the hidden genitalia in the rooster and eggs section, followed by what I see as a gone dark-blue line ... which I perceive to be representative of a pregnancy test. So this woman knew she was going to have a boy, but then she miscarried. And if she was a fool, I fear it was for staying, because I think her husband/lover beat her until she miscarried. This makes me think of Rose Madder. It's my favorite Stephen King book.

Mama Zen said...

"No rooster in the dawn.
No eggs from the hen."

Oh, how I love that!

hedgewitch said...

Even nature goes awry when love departs. Fortunately, She detests a vacuum, and such emptiness will always be filled, in this case with the sweetest of verse for the bitterest of times.

grapeling said...

my brain started playing that Talking Heads refrain, not in love. you lace magic with that digital pen, you do, conjuring up music ~

K9friend said...

Short, but succinct. Very well done.

Pat
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