Forse Le Mie Parole by Philip F De Pinto Perhaps my words Will be rolling up their sleeve Winging toward a certain make believe Perhaps each one will know To turn crow And covet the corn Soon in me to be born And Oh the grievous paternal maize In which fools in love Are brokered apart Until all their molecules Will seem to be falling through the sieve Of make believe you Make believe me And what occurs this night To say outright Is that I am penning out my heart And as is your usual You've ducked behind a cloud Like a debtor moon avoiding the claimant gaze Of her earthly lover Perchance of this flotsam Novel ways to look at love will form Perchance a wind Would blow her cloudy cover Until my lover is in the clear To peruse my corn Soon in me to be born To grow counter To what the shucking sages say On all of wisdom's pages Concerning truth setting us free Oh I wish it wouldn't And that my words sufficed To bind two fools in love together Forever in Gordian knots 05/15/2015 Posted on 05/15/2015 Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 05/26/15 at 07:57 PM There's a lot of good in this. Particularly, the penning out the heart, "You've ducked behind a cloud Like a debtor moon avoiding the claimant gaze Of her earthly lover" and that last stanza. It would be a completely different world if all the words built up inside could reign in the absent. I'm not sure it would be better, but different. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)