This is a poem about socially accepted rules of engagement and how one can feel stifled by them.
Much is said in cultivation,
Shaollow words are spent with seed.
Spouting vows between the sheets,
'Of course I love you baby,'
Here is my admonishment,
Commitment breeds dependency.
This sepulchre I designed,
Where walls of doubt incessantly shrink.
A tomb which dims with every glance,
Yet here I sit alone and think.
Prognostication is a bitch,
Living with Cassandra's curse.
To know before events unfold,
The signs are indisputable.
Predictions based on things I've done,
Games I've often played and won.
So Dilemma, consort of Quandary,
Why does ambivolence prevail?
A heart divided cannot love,
Ergo romance is doomed to fail.
It's strange to thirst and then to drown,
Deployed into the sultry water.
Petrified I couldn't swim,
But in these depths I belong.
A shark of love once was I,
Domestic nets now thwart my flow.
That I should drink this ocean dry,
And hunt the seas I used to know.
...beautiful piece of honest and complex writing...words clearly
evident of restless human spirit seeking the highest truth...gods
in every person...poem's lines seem to be intimately connected
to poet's life...poetic wondering revisiting the okay-ness of the
"to sin is human"...and a social challenge that seems to thwart
an individual romantic fulfilment...
Max, your heart divided is beautiful and engaging...words loaded
with potentials...intellectual curiosity stands out...face-to-face with
cogito ergo sum vs an individual human being's life run in day light
and according to own modus operandi...divided heart vs Cassandra's
curse..basics of social setting...related frustration...and failure of society
to evolve rapidly enough...to match the human-intellectual-minds and its
intellectual failure to grasp human existence....
Your poem communicates the intensity-stress-pathos of the self-
-conscious...self-ironic....self-mockering human within a man...yearning
for an ideal and fulfilled relationship...
Thank you for sharing your thoughts provoking poem. What a feast!
Cleverly crafted, neat rhyming
and it flows smooth as me swimming thru a field of succulent breasts.
OK, I got carried away. I'm more lover than shark.
Welcome to AD. This site is in need of your talent!
They say there are a lot of fish in the sea. And we, the male of the species, sharks will be. But so confining, the nets of love. Here's hoping you find holes in the netting described above.
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evident of restless human spirit seeking the highest truth...gods
in every person...poem's lines seem to be intimately connected
to poet's life...poetic wondering revisiting the okay-ness of the
"to sin is human"...and a social challenge that seems to thwart
an individual romantic fulfilment...
Max, your heart divided is beautiful and engaging...words loaded
with potentials...intellectual curiosity stands out...face-to-face with
cogito ergo sum vs an individual human being's life run in day light
and according to own modus operandi...divided heart vs Cassandra's
curse..basics of social setting...related frustration...and failure of society
to evolve rapidly enough...to match the human-intellectual-minds and its
intellectual failure to grasp human existence....
Your poem communicates the intensity-stress-pathos of the self-
-conscious...self-ironic....self-mockering human within a man...yearning
for an ideal and fulfilled relationship...
Thank you for sharing your thoughts provoking poem. What a feast!
and it flows smooth as me swimming thru a field of succulent breasts.
OK, I got carried away. I'm more lover than shark.
Welcome to AD. This site is in need of your talent!
Ron