Why love metabolizes into a hard stone, growing and growing until malice comes with the false colors and that bright light to attract the gullible moths?
The mountain was there, stone faced,
don’t letting me know if it will be so hard
to climb over it, like an clumsy lover
that afterwards will roll to the other side.
The mountain was there, stone faced,
holding all four aces a poker player like,
daring my pair of deuces that never loses,
to commit to that one last climb, my life.
The mountain was there, stone faced,
showing now to my indecision, despite,
like a scorned woman thinking revenge,
after been tossed away by a weak man.
The mountain was there, stone faced,
challenging me to get on with the climb,
but I knew, she was like a black widow,
love for her was no more than one night.
The mountain was there, stone faced,
it wasn’t worth trying her to ride.
ALL OF US WANT LOVE AND TO BE LOVED IN RETURN AND SOMETIMES IN OUR 'QUEST' WE PURPOSELY IGNORE THE OBVIOUS....'TIL WE WAKE UP. A GREAT WRITE WITH WONDERFUL IMAGERY. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
As the old adage goes, sometimes discretion is the better part of valour. Wise decisions may look cowardly to others, but living another day is a much better dedision. Great write.
Love is rife with illusion. That is why it is so difficult for my heart to trust. One of the lessons that many of us are here to learn. I love the analogy you used, Georg. Fine write...Lin
George, sometimes just one good night with black widow could be worth a hundred with a white one , and that's why you are mad at yourself I see, you need more Rum like Felix said to warm up.
Juergen
Georg, This is the mountain of sadness and neglect. Poem says so much about relationships. The reader can certainly relate to what you are saying through my own experience and watching others. Good Job!!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
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Karen
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Fee
tightly constructed, organized poem ...
Sandie Angel :o)
it wasn’t worth trying her to ride." And look at the top of the mountain...
In Spirit,
Bear
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Cynthia
The analogy of a mount to a love gone wrong is intriguing, and so sad,
excellent write, dear friend.
Mary
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"