I have not yet written
my love poem to Lisa.
Perhaps I never will.


Maybe I'll just keep it
as the deep unspoken
prayer of my heart.


I'll cherish it, rare
and convolute seashell
the size of a baby's ear.


I'll never take it out
of the plastic box kept
beneath the bed.


Besides, Lisa's poem
would really be for me:
to console myself


for the agony of her
inevitable unrequital.
And so it always goes.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-20 at 07:51

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D G Moody
The use of imagery - the seashell, and the language evoking a lost love? An elegant and sad poem - beautifully rendered

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Gentle and heartfelt.

I like the imagery of seashells: hard and rare and the size of a baby's ear. I think it fits well with the poem yet to be written.

Nicely done!