firelight

firelight once so bright,

alas but for a while

like memories of your sight,

use to make me smile

 

halfhearted love shone from me,

ne’er to bid deserve,

to which my prideful dignity,

is held within preserve

 

you tried your best with such finesse,

giving all you can

as i returned so much less,

less than half a man

 

woe, is that firelight;

which be your right,

that should hath come from me

still to ponder sweet delight,

arrows love toward me

by my cause and by my fright,

that now hath set you  free

sitting back upon black nights, 

safely tuck’d away,

neath these sheets of misery

forever I shall stay

 

whose to say in retrospect

what shall or shan’t be done

as revealed thru introspect

nor reveled in this life i’ve made,

that which i’ve  become

 

for life of one

doth demand

a fruitless wretch like me,

which bare no fruit, nor bud, nor seed;

or command

for either one,

nor anyone to see

 

copyright 2010, william teague

Reviews

[Bubo]

you tried your best with such finesse,
giving all you can
as i returned so much less,
less than half a man

It is so hard when the love someone craves is simply not there, as much as we wish it to be, and are left alone, to bear no fruit, bud or seed........made me ponder emptiness a man must feel when life seems so empty, nothing to grow.
A beautiful piece of writing.

[Ruth]

This is a beautiful reflective poem!
A lot of internal referencing, the fire - a beautiful metaphor for cleansing:) What can be done? Hmm, always difficult to say!
Stunning wording too!
xx

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ASTOUNDING!!! I love the specch in which this was written in. Very well writ!

[Tom]

Very good write. Gentle flow and strong emotion.