I thought I might share another poem from my latest book, Emotions in Existence. It also features in my newly released The Emotions Anthology Box-set (currently only in eBook format).
The last time I chose to do a post from my poetry books, I recorded the poem thus adding audio to the post. This time I have only added a copy of the poem itself. Which do you prefer? Both words and audio? Just audio? Just the words?
A long, long time ago in another life I remember being read to by a very handsome gentleman (and yes in a very romantic situation) so I definitely prefer hearing poetry as opposed to reading it.
I write romance because I believe long after other avenues have failed, love will be the thing to keep humanity afloat. I write poetry because it allows me to express the often warped view, we humans have of life.
I believe if we stopped playing games with each other and just loved, just cared enough to let honesty thrive we would be living in a much better world. Most of all I believe naively I admit, it would help if we really listened to each other.
Even when I am at my most cynical about our surroundings I am hoping fervently I am proven wrong by something as simple as love. I’d love to hear what you think on this subject.
The Intellectual Lover’s Game
You call my name
and I cannot refrain
from playing the game
in the lover’s domain.
Quietly I remain,
waiting for cruelty to maim.
Carelessly we bandy the blame.
In fairness it is hard to contain
pride, and the need for winner fame.
But, hurt is not a prize to obtain.
It festers and becomes disdain.
Too haunting, too sad to explain.
Love is a thing to retain
yet we are intellectually lame.
We pick and fashion a daisy chain
and risk unwanted shame.
We allow the other’s need to reign
and subjugate and maim.
Sometimes there will be rain.
Sometimes you fail to tame.
Sometimes love leaves a stain,
on those that ride the romance train
and those that believe in a lover’s lane
where no heart will ever maim.
Is there ever preparation for the pain
that leaves you shattered and a little insane?
Why did I permit him to rattle my innocent brain?
I truly hope not all outcomes will end the same.
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Love it and I prefer to read it.