The beauty of hindsight

The beauty of hindsight

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano
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"a fun poetic challenge"

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Xylitol-flavored words hinted at a kaleidoscope of sweetness

Which I thought was coming from her soul’s benevolence,

But, wretched man am I, a failed genome of romanticism,

Her demure smile, overruled by an ostentatious gaze,

Sunk my soul with antipathy - should I have known?

My sanity in jeopardy, I’ve yodeled like a canary in a coal mine.

Should I have heard it in the happy cadence of her voice?

The shimmering evanescence of a love without velocity

Maybe I could have been more furtive, but, what can I say -

With my pessimistic lemons and her giddy happiness

We made lemonade revealing everything underneath.               

And now?  I’m indefinitely dumbfounded by this haphazard hoopla "

All my fresh answers in the questionnaire of love

Now seems like Neolithic nonsense " quite ironic, isn’t?  what is ironic?

Maybe she is the magnanimous one, forgiving my midlife weakness

And what am I?  Resolute in my obsession to forget.

Hindsight is a terrific remedy, helping, today again,

To shake the dust of that stupendous love

Off my stubborn sandals, as zealously as I can.

 

© 2016 SleeplessVolcano


Author's Note

SleeplessVolcano
Step 1: Choose 26 random, yet reasonably favorite words, one for each letter of the alphabet
Step 2: Write a poem using all of them!

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Some journeys, we never forget. I suggest collecting the dust and holding on to it. Great writing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is quite a beautiful write
And i am gonna write my own



Posted 7 Years Ago


SleeplessVolcano

7 Years Ago

Thank you. I'm looking forward to reading yours

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