Fool For Love

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Fool For Love

Plumb not the depth of your soul

for my love,

as I must resist

such a tortuous overture.

For I am not at all whole,

my soul is in tatters,

my spirit ravaged

by all the pecking of scratching hens

I have endured.

So much excoriation,

such evisceration

of manhood

by those in whom

I have instilled my

pitiful trust.

And here I am,

a lost spirit

with noble intention,

but for whom

giving of my heart

has led to a steady

demise.

Yet still I leak

oily, slick devotion,

by the bucket full.

28/02/17

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

I love your style...the short clips of thought that move the reader forward...building a mental and emotional response as we connect and empathize with your words. The bane of love--and betrayal--is that the heart cannot stop wanting or needing...despite how much we've been pecked apart, eviscerated...still, we seep that oily essence of devotion, don't we? Odd, how it looks so much like blood. :) Very nicely done, John.

-Pam

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for such a fulsome review Pam.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is hard. Being alone is harder. I liked this poem. A emotional ride to a perfect ending. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[V]

Very good choice of words in this one and how you put it all together. I think a relatable write for many. How often have I felt similar, especially like your lines 4-8, and am still feeling at times, being a scattered being because of a past that left a lot of marks and scars and still we find ourselves on an ongoing search for the very thing that just ripped us apart. And we always welcome it again. And hope to find someone who takes us with all our broken parts, someone who cares for the wounds in a further sense and does not add to them although being close will always make us very vulnerable and might inevitably makes us hurt one way or another.
I tend to say my heart is a fool but your title expresses it very well too.
I think your poem ends in disillusion for me.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It is sadly a feeling many people experience in today's high octane, full-on, gimme, gimme, gimme now society. I am never disillusioned for long and thus the holding of optimism is a driver of the spirit to remain hopeful despite failures. Many thanks.

[V]

Well said. I agree. I use to stick to optimism too though, mostly. You're welcome.

[gayleadele]

Again you have written an amazing piece. You use words which I would choose to describe my own insanity in trusting and loving only to end up "tattered" as well. I love it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am sorry you relate to this but like many of us who write both for fun and to express, sharing often helps us to keep our own issues in perspective. I know I have so enjoyed the works and words of many good friends on WC. Many thanks for taking the trouble to read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

NB: There is a troll on WC who has copied my page and is being abusive to others, especially women, so watch out. You can tell who is who if you check the url. Mine is passion8, his is passionhate. He also has multiple personalities. We once counter over 40!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sorry it is passion8idiot not passion8hate!

[DIVYA]

Depleted to the bare bones, there is nothing left to give. One appreciates love from a distance but finds oneself without the strength to actually engage.

Love the line with the scratching hens. Made me laugh so much!

"my spirit ravaged
by all the pecking of scratching hens"

Thanks dear John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah those hens they never stop incessantly pecking and scratching! Glad I made you laugh. Thank you Divya.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome John :)