Raging Hope
What cruelty of
cruelties savages
the soul more
than raging hope
for a love defeated,
but never dies?
Yesterday, I luxuriated
in the lilt and glow of your
laughter-- or was it a
thousand yesterdays ago
obscured by shattering memories yet of your
embrace as we mocked
the world's cares in
swooning pleasure and
with every flash of your
smile, vanquished them.
No ocean of promise deep
or wide was beyond our
crossing then, nor did any
hardship lie beyond our
contempt as our eyes would
meet in blissful defiance,
daring mere reality to ever
mess with us. But, ah,
mess with us it did.
First came a frown,
the next day a sigh.
And though we never
stopped reaching for
eternity in each others
arms, some lurking Imp
of fate, riding our rising
waves of righteousness
and urges to power, began
stalking us as stealthily
as the darkest night. And
soon our simplest words
exploded into argument,
our innocent thoughts into
brooding suspicions until
early one cold, angry
morning , I stood breathless,
watching you packing your
bags, then striding toward
the door, and though your
brows were weary with
sorrow and your lips
twitching with doubt, you
never looked back, leaving me stricken to
this day, and through a
thousand yesterdays, with
hopeless hope still beating
madly inside me like a mob
of vicious hummingbirds
pillaging forbidden gardens.
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Copyright 2009 Bennett Kremen
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madly inside me like a mob
of vicious hummingbirds
pillaging a forbidden garden.
Powerfully meaningful and expressive, Ben. Love and peace,
Regis
It's amazing how we recall the failures
that affect us the deepest. Yours made me shudder,
for i have gone through something quite similar,
but unlike you, I have never had the balls to
write about it.