Sunday, May 22, 2016

A Love Which Wasn’t Meant To Last to She Loves You, Bro 
A couple who challenged the stars 
A boy who may have misread the stars 


A Love Which Wasn’t Meant To Last (villanelle) 

Such beauty have the flowers all amassed
To grant some meaning to a pointless dawn
Upon a love which wasn’t meant to last
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The stars of fortune watched as kisses passed
They only saw what hearts in love had drawn
Such beauty have the flowers all amassed
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Upon a sacred book was promise cast
And on this pledge did many mornings spawn
Upon a love which wasn’t meant to last
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Soon came dark clouds much harsher than the past
But on some ledge their hopes still teetered on
Such beauty have the flowers all amassed
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But from some hell there came a final blast
The light so bright and happy days was gone
Upon a love which wasn’t meant to last
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Yet till the end one promise held them fast
And all for this was magic built upon
Such beauty have the flowers all amassed
Upon a love which wasn’t meant to last 


A love that wasn't meant to last bring together the pretty tight villanelle form. The villanelle form of poetry uses and repeats the first and third lines of the fist stanza as the poem progresses thus: A1 B A2 - A B A1 - A B A2 - A B A1 - A B A2 - A B A1 A2. In classic form, the lines should e written in iambic pentameter. It took me a couple of tries to write a good villanelle. Once I wrote my first one, the rest came easy. 

Even when we were dating, Arlene and I were a colorful couple. My mother encouraged me to work since I was 12. I was a paperboy, a houseboy, I cleaned windows and other odd and end jobs. So I had money. Throw into the mix, my teacher, Johnny Land, who introduced and opened a world of possibilities. So when Arlene came into the picture, these hot teenagers did things. Everything went along like a dream. When we planned to get married, Arlene's father offered us a big wedding or a big down payment on a house. We chose the big wedding. 

After the wedding, reality set in. The teenage madness started wearing off and I started to notice Arlene's flaws and I'm sure Arlene was seeing mine. It wasn't long till we started to argue. To add fuel to the fire, our friends told us that our love wouldn't last. Even astrologers predicted our romance would be challenged. And we were challenged. Have you ever heard the saying, "Blessed be the ties that bind." I believe the "ties that bind" are life's experiences (good and bad). Some may say it was the religious wedding that kept Arlene and I together. I believe it had something to do with our "ties". I also believe all our shared experiences were "ties". As the arguments continued, these, I believe, became our strongest "ties". Love eventually won out. Arlene and I were a bit worn and battered, but we were together. 

What is the message to all of this? I don't really know. I am no relationship specialist. I appreciate that we are all individuals. Perhaps this little insight may spark some reflection. This is our time. Make the most of it. Use our moments to forge our "ties". We have within ourselves  the strength to meet life's challenges. And when we see the strength of our "ties" we can face what is to be and enjoy. 


How about a song to all of this: Promid "Dependent Heart" 

Who knows more about love than a bunch of guys (?!?!?!) 


Many of us have a conscious list of what we want in a partner, but we also have an unconscious one that fulfills a part of us that we have not yet developed, says licensed psychologist Rachel Needle, Psy.D. What does all this mumbo-jumbo mean? Let's asks the boys of Studio C. They seem to have some insight into the unspoken flirtatious advances of a woman. They share their knowledge (or lack thereof) with their friend. 
Who knows more about love than a bunch of guys? - Just about everybody. "She Loves You, Bro!" 


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There is always some madness in love. 
But there is also always some reason in madness. 
Friedrich Nietzsche

8 comments:

  1. I am always fascinated by our fragile love can be, and how enduring. The same thing, but...

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    1. Love is a fascination (in so many ways).
      Thank you and have a great day

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  2. Hello, life and love can have it's ups and downs. I like think we get stronger going thru the tough times. Making the most of what we have is important. Great poem and post. Happy Sunday, enjoy your day!

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    1. Thank you for these wonderful thoughts.
      May good be your umbrella

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  3. What a beautiful poem. I love how you put together your words, there is such an elegance to them.

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    1. What's more beautiful, my poem or your compliment?
      Thank you (as you can guess, I'm blushing)

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  4. The ties that bind! Never ending really.
    A beautiful poem.

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    1. I like the way you think.
      Thank you for the warm words

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