some train-of-thought ramblings after reading Conrad Aiken's poem; "Laughter"


Everything else is an illusion.


not past this life
without a smile
no fever pitches
no sorry miles
trained from youth
to turn the cheek
for all will come
to those of meek
and sadness rests
upon my frown
a wedding dress
her evening gown
the breath of love
all understood
then lost again
in the search for good
that guilt did bring
unsung the song
and much was lost
with the thought of wrong
then turned the table
before I choked
pressed to my chest
fear did emote
a lighter love
the one I knew
as a breathing bud
from there I grew
with a God of old
now a saintly soul
filled with light
from darkened hole
while the trickless mind
no longer reigns
I am born again
like a horse's mane
to retrospect
and still respect
my father's sins
as of my own
no appled garden
is there to blame
with illusions gone
love's the only game



Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-07-22 at 09:20

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mark nwagwu
great, love is all there is, once we know love, and have love, then all of life lives in us, and we, in our love, and the universe finds a home in us too.
2009-07-22


Sanaz Danaipoor
Beautifully written and with a deep rythm, great to read, thanx!
2009-07-22