.......Play On

If music be the food of love.......

.......Play On

As you pluck at this lyre,

harp not as to loves cause

for indeed that is the fall

made by many before the fall.

That is the catalyst to the brutal

demise of love's short life.

Look not to examine the origins

of this heart's species,

for here we know that only

the fittest will survive.

And those not so robust

will wither upon the vine of romance.

Avoid the stethoscopes' intrusion

as you try to diagnose this affliction

for no delusion can be so sought,

and all that has gone before

will be no greater than the past.

And seek not an answer

in the stars, for mercury

is indeed made of heavy metal

that will weigh upon your trust.

And there in lies disaster

for us both.

 

28/06/15

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Have you ever seen the movie, "Bright Star"? It tells of the life, love and tragic death of John Keats. I must have written about ten poems after seeing it. The inspiration was intense, like nothing I've ever experienced before.

I can relate to your influence here of Shakespeare, and applaud you!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Think I ought to watch that movie as I need inspiration lol. Thank you Kelly and you do inspire me.

[R Smith]

a nod to Shakespeare John, i think he'd be happy with that if he were here today, bravo :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I was fresh from seeing a live performance of Twelfth Night' lol. Many thanks Richard.

[andrew mitchell]

Tales of love and romance lost in a theatrical way. Like a river just go with the flow and not against it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Andrew, indeed. Many thanks.

[Willard Wells]

This appears to be a beginning of something. I like the descriptions in this piece. Lots of love and lost love.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Just fall out from a mind still steeped in Shakespeare and Twelfth Night. Thank you Willard.

[wordman]

this reads like a great play john,you should pursue the play write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for you kindness WM but Shakespeare has the floor!

[wordman]

he is dead,we need new blood my friend,theater must go on

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we analyze love too much, and then analyze ourselves right out of it....don't question, just feel.

nicely played out here in this poetic song.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed so Jacob. Many thanks.