What love is this, can never be fulfilled
Yet foolish hearts would fain pursue it still;
The young fall prey, you'd think the old would learn
To walk away, nor even think to turn
Around to chance a salt-stone backward look;
One last look of longing is all it took.
There's thunder in the hills tonight, my dear,
The lightning lights up my fears with its sheer
Electric candour zigzagged across your smile,
Immaculate Madonna with the child.
What love is this that we can never share?
What will I tell the babies when they stare
Me, with their big, round, luminous, brown eyes;
That love was just a heartache in disguise?
Or matters not how bleak and dark it seems,
With morning comes relief, the morning beams
Of hope; my love, after the tears and sighs,
Love will find a way, sure as the sun will rise.
Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
1 comment:
I really like this poem Newton.Strangely the part that grabs my attention is that line about Madonna with the child.It embodies a sense of deep admiration that is rightfully overpowered by old wisdom yet cunningly inspired by hope.
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