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Lamentation on the Limitations of Love
by Dane Campbell20 years out:
bird plucked clean,
no gleaming
sheen of feathers,
no pretense left to preen,
I stood,
a naked fool
well-groomed for ridicule.
You must thus address me—
for it is so:
your salient points
assailed me;
my frail defenses
failed me.
And by the time
that we knew we knew,
it was far too late:
the incongruence
had grown too great,
our love engulfed,
gone in a gulp.
Subsumed
under that sad truth,
stunned, we sit.
Left to fester in silence,
the constituent elements decay,
dissolve.
09/14/2021 Posted on 09/14/2021
Copyright © 2024 Dane Campbell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/27/21 at 06:08 PM "a naked fool
well-groomed for ridicule." Great lines among many. You appear to be a master of inner (unforced) rhyming and alliteration, all of which give this a strong flow and make reading aloud a fine experience. Loved the pause of "I stood," at the end of S1. There is no wallowing here but a conclusive realization and that last word, "dissolve," is perfect. |
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