In Vain

Down in the park
Miles from home,
Nature’s beauty torments and admonishes.

My envy plows the hue,
Trenched then stuck -
As a trodden knag.

You do not love me
The way I want you to.
You love somebody and that
Matters,
Matters even more now.

You gestated for a while,
Then spat out
Whole
The nourishment
I supplied
To fatten you.

The chord is hacked,
There is nothing feeding me -

The embroidery we created
Is cut and bleeding.

The great deracinated oak,
Its acorns scattered orphans,
Arches back, invites me to its thick ledge.

The leaves are falling.
The dusk.
The anvil.

My peace will crucify my loved ones.

I am free of colors -
As the daisies recoil until morning.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

"The great deracinated oak,
its acorns scattered orphans,
Arches back, invites me to its thick ledge"


is one of those Plathean proviso's of conditional stipulation. And what she taught us before she left us
is that whatever contingencies, whatever needed materials we've kept in our store houses, the crucible of love
drags it's satisfactions to the surface. In "The Colossus" she meant to let it all be known. In
"Ariel" she had had enough. The final two lines here speak, like nothing else, of the former,
the "total war" of free, so much so that even the leucanthemum have cowered.

just fabulous love poetry /dana

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you so much Dana. Truly this poem is very personal to me in a way that perhaps some of my other poems are not - so it makes me very happy that you have stopped by here. Much love -
-xx-

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with a undertone of sadness.
"You do not love me
The way I want you to.
You love somebody and that
Matters,
Matters even more now. "
Love is never fair. Always we are in the wrong place and time. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. The ending was very good. I could add a complete poem toward them words.
Coyote

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you so much Coyote.
-x-

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Im reading through your poem's and trying to find one I understand so far no such luck.
I don't seem to understand the meaning to them or the story behind them.
I'm sure there is allot of meaning there though, I just don't get it haha, guess im just a dummy :P
Although it does seem very deep, and well thought out :)
Great write :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you - you are not a dummy! Different people get different things from all sorts of arts. That is the wonder of it all. Often I will read something, or see a painting, and I do not know what is going on, or why - I just know I like it! Thanks for dropping by, Cimmy.
-x-

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

you are welcome. :)

[Mark]

Nature is a great place for such contemplations.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the peace will crucify my lobed ones line. Good poem

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks again -
-x-

[kublakhan27]

The title sums it up so well...the feeling of painful capitulation is overwhelming, and I relate to it very much...some incredibly striking imagery as well...I especially loved the bleeding embroidery and the peace that will crucify loved ones...a jarringly palpable piece, well done :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you so much -
-x-

[Frieda P]

Sounds as though it could be Mother Earth or apply to any nurturing love taken for granted....intriguing food for thought here.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you again my friend!
-x-

[Cory Barrett]

Goodness me. it seems someone put a whole lot of time, love, and effort into someone... only for them to return the favor to someone else. Your writing is striking!

[Rosalind Gale]

I truly appreciate your words -
-x-

[Sami Khalil]

You write with expertise...Bravo...............

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks again!
-x-

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with Anand...

i see someone (the speaker) who has nurtured and fed with love...and yet gets nothing in return except to see that person give love to another...

but there is a certain peace in knowing we have done what we can, given what we can.

nicely expressed.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Jacob -
-x-