Inspired by both recent events and Rob Graber's Proserpina.
To end the love. The one who was has
Ceased to be. The thought, ill-nourished,
Shrinks and dies. The one who fed it
Still may be, but is not her, and never
Was, and he who'd had the thought
Now is alone inside his living room,
Leafing through a magazine, and, drained
Somewhat, somewhat relieved, will
Go about his daily duties, certain
He will find someone to feed
Another dream.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2014-06-21 at 14:52
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In aftermath, a thousand miles interveneTo end the love. The one who was has
Ceased to be. The thought, ill-nourished,
Shrinks and dies. The one who fed it
Still may be, but is not her, and never
Was, and he who'd had the thought
Now is alone inside his living room,
Leafing through a magazine, and, drained
Somewhat, somewhat relieved, will
Go about his daily duties, certain
He will find someone to feed
Another dream.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 41 times
Written on 2014-06-21 at 14:52
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