What It's Not

What It's Not

A Poem by ReedWrite
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Love at its finest.

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It’s not that I didn’t love you.

            I did. In my own way.

But I was young then.

            Untried. Immature. Unsure how to play.

 

It’s not that you didn’t love me.

            You did. Obdurate and austere.

It was what you knew.

            Boxed. Conventional. The fumbling puppeteer.

 

It’s not that we didn’t try to make it work.

            We did. Just…damn that counter plot.

We twisted love to meet our needs.

            We were masters of What It’s Not.


© 2016 ReedWrite



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ReedWrite
Just playing with a few random thoughts. :)

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A beautiful poem. The feel of youth and hope.
"We twisted love to meet our needs.
We were masters of What It’s Not."
The above lines. These words are the wine of youth. We believe in love and forever. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote


Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ReedWrite

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading this and commenting, Coyote. Yes...in our youth, we think we have the bull by .. read more
Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

You are right my dear friend and you are welcome.



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Nice, I love the end line and how it completely wraps up the emotions once felt to be the most important, were barely in the running of what is the reality of being together.
Aren't we all just a bunch of kids, learning as we go along, playing the role of real people while still feeling like the make believe boy or girl of our childhood. No!, just me then? Okay. :)

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

LOL...not just you! I think we all do that. The irony of youth is our emotions are on crack, our fro.. read more
Lorry.

10 Months Ago

Happily ever after seldom pans out? I hadn't noticed :)
Awww. Horrible experience, wonderfully depicted.

Posted 10 Months Ago


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ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you, DP.
Well balance point of view for two young lovers. Nicely written poetry ReedWrite

Posted 10 Months Ago


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ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you very much, YanZeros. Appreciate your comment.
YanZeros

10 Months Ago

You're welcome! :)
much like my first serious relationship...too young to understand, too young to know...but with fervor we loved---circumstances were our counter plot...

Posted 10 Months Ago


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ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Exactly...love is a crap shoot, at best...and I'm not sure you can enter a committed relationship un.. read more
"We did. Just…damn that counter plot."

Really like this part.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you, Suri.
That was actually a line I debated over...not sure if it worked. Glad now th.. read more
S. S. Allen

10 Months Ago

you are welcome
This is a gem! Love the line "The masters of not." the narrative style just flows meandering on what was and now finished. Superb writing ReedWrite:):):)

Posted 10 Months Ago


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ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you, Andrew. Appreciate your kind words. Thank you for popping over for a read and review.
andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

you are welcome
To conform to society's traditional traits is indeed commendable but when love is somewhat contrived or a little forced things will inevitably unravel !

Philosophically penned with an open and accepting mind, nice piece !

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you, Tom. I appreciate your words, and that you took time to read and comment.
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I like this very much! Some fabulous words obdurate a word I've recently learned one of my professors used it to describe me...lol and austere...there is something beautiful about the way it rolls off the tongue. A bit of contemplation...fine closing words. Starz

Posted 10 Months Ago


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ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

Thank you, Starzy. I love words. I'm one of those strange people that love to peruse the thesaurus. .. read more
The masters of what its not are never too late to become novices if 'what it is'.
PHd in what its not doesnt preclude a degree in 'what it might be' - in fact its an advantage.
Lifelong learning is love and love is learning for Life. (Yes I did play The Sphinx in Mystery Men - proof? - okay try this " Love is tasteful but can soon be tasteless and finally bitter to taste.' - see - just like The Sphinx

Right..
The review. I take great pleasure in saying I had to look up 'obdurate', coz I love new words
I felt the bittersweetness of this - it was well coveyed Pam.
If biographical, I'm sorry this didn't work out. It was so close, I feel, from your words.



Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tony Jordan

10 Months Ago

*sings like Al Jolson*
Nothing could be finer than to be in an independent California in the.. read more
ReedWrite

10 Months Ago

LOL...hahahahaaa....rolling on the floor.
I texted my brother (he lives there) the following:.. read more
Tony Jordan

10 Months Ago

Lol
The poor guy.
You are too funny...
Lol

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