Six, Redux

Originally a contribution to one of Emma's poems, I felt it good enough to have a life unto itself.

Via my eyes, into my brain
Filtered by heart, recorded by fingers
The love and the loss of you
The false not less than the true
Matters naught: yet commingled lingers
The Joy and the Despair, the Passion and the Pain...

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Yes, it has a life of its own, with the focus seemingly inwards and onto the couplet at the heart of it with you/true being the pivot of it all. I also like the wording, including 'naught' and 'commingled.' Well executed and laden with feeling.

[An owl on the moon]

This just speaks of life.. the moments and movements that carry us all over the sweet and the sour... yes.. the passion and the pain. Life is a mingling of all, and we hope more good than bad, though into every life a little rain must fall. Profoundly spoken, my friend!

[Ruth]

Divine wording! This is something special! Such a balance! Wow! xx

[Muse]

This almost sounded like ShakeSpear, such tragedy and beauty.

[LA Lorena]

Oh, how six lines can say so much. A most subtle and melancholy poem of love and loss. Just beautiful Mark!

[emmajoy]

Can't believe that one of my scribbles led to you writing this beautiful but sad, sad poem! As always, this work has certain subtleties: distinct respect for form plus, careful yet flowing wording.

[Sheila Kline]

Yes, 'tis good enough to stand on its own and says volumes about how love and loss holds memory of the joy, and passion of a precious relationship!