Why?

Why?

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Why cause our love to run and hide,
to drown it 'neath the whispering tide,
to cause it shatter upon the earth,
to deny the wonder of its birth?

 

Why cause our love to be a stone,
to hurt each other as it's thrown,
to make me cry these falling tears,
to weep my heart though no one hears.

 

Why cause our love to pay the price,
to turn your heart as cold as ice,
to hide behind such hurt and lies,
to toss our love toward the skies?

 

Why cause our love to bid farewell,
to start the tears to form a trail,
to walk away and say good-bye,
to break me, shake me, make me cry?

 

Why cause our love to never be,
to turn your heart away from me,
to make believe that all is death,
when love lives in every breath?

 

Why cause our love to take a seat,
to sit and crumble at your feet,
to fling it to the whirling breeze,
to drown it in the roughest seas?

 

Why cause our love make sorrowful arts,
to make a hurt of loving hearts,
to rip an angel from above,
then tear the wings that brought you love?

 

Why cause our love to be no more,
to throw and stomp it on the floor,
to twist it as though you didn't care,
and leave me with no hope to spare?

 

Why cause our love to cease its flow,
to freeze it in the hands of snow,
to throw away its budding seeds,
and leave it dead among the weeds?

 

Why cause our love to drown in tears,
to toss it to the blacker spheres,
to bury it 'neath the restless sod,
why?  o!  why?  I ask of God.
 

© 2008 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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Despair of a crumbling love finds eloquence in your pleading poem. Pleading for understanding. Beautiful is:

to make believe that all is death,
when love lives in every breath


Posted 10 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

10 Months Ago

Thank you, Isola. Whenever I read older poems of mine such as this, I am immediately flung back in .. read more
Isola

10 Months Ago

I hope, Linda, that inner healing and peace is yours 🌺
I love the repetition, creating a sense of despair altogether. It begins on a tense note and ends with full-blown emotion. Kudos!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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