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If You Would Forget A Love
by Philip F De Pinto
A doomed creature
I have loved your every
Nuance and feature
Which I groom daily in the mirror
And fog up as a way
Of leaving you behind the scenes
At least in part
And forgetting you at least in part
Is all that a heart finds impossible to renounce
Not even an ounce
A caterpillar of reflection
Forever clothed in amber
Buffed to such sheen
As would challenge a devil's tears to corrode
Such sweet laminate as is impossible to dislodge
With a digit inserted down a swan's trumpet
Then said some sage at least in part
That to forget a love
Too deep entrenched in the heart's sail
Is to go by the sea and permit its murmur your soul impale
And yet I've lingered by the sea for eons on end
And not so much as a murmuring shape is heaved upon the shore
That makes me think all such waves were out to lunch
Or I'd been beaten to the punch
By a broken hearted bunch
As thought to dislodge their own deep entrenched love
By sopping up all the waves unto their own arid heartaches
Then patience as if to prove still virtuous
Paid off nimbly - as suddenly there was a wave
Late arriving and pitying
Did heave up a conch shell
Which invited stoop
Which related to me this:
If you would forget a love
At least in part
Moan her name in my ear in soft tones
That I may moan it back in yours
In tones softer still
Until such soft volleying forth and back
Will have diluted it so
We can hardly hear her name
Even as she is clamoring in your ear
Remember me? Remember me?
01/14/2015 Posted on 01/14/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/14/15 at 04:11 PM This is beautiful Philip. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/15 at 10:09 PM Ah Philip, I fear none who have loved as you shall ever forget the loss and always carry her in you heart and soul. I have had the loss of a love twice, once to each growing up and away, once a reason I can only guess. The first lives on like a young four leaf clover picked as a child and allowed to dry and be carried by me through the ages. The other tore a piece from my heart which I could search for till everything is gone and I would not find it, as if eaten by her. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/16/15 at 01:07 AM Love lingers like an odor that will not go away! You say it in your own unique way. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/15 at 05:44 PM Hard to resist the pull of the sea in this one, the heart's lament, and the brilliant conch shell stanzas volleying her name back and forth. Very well constructed, Philip. Thank you. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/28/15 at 06:03 AM Dilution would seem the poet solution
To slay the hay... |
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