Love's Dialectic

Oh love, where is your tenderness, your kind caress?

My faithless one, are you numb to my soothing touch?

Where's your sweet embrace, understanding and gentleness?

Although you think I've abandoned you, don't feel such

Where is the passion that burned so bright

Pyrite, love's sister, sparkles in the sun

But it didn't last, only ashes after the night

Much that glitters is fool's gold dear one

Why do I feel your sting?

Does not a rose have a thorn?

Why such pain does your absence bring?

I am always with you, don't feel forlorn

Is the glass that I'm looking through distorted?

You need a mirror your best interest to see

Fetus of fondness in my mind, aborted

Nurture it, through its prematurity

Why tears, when gifts were meant for another?

Beware! Excreted feelings of entitlement sprout weeds

Does love in its infinate wisdom need me to suffer?

Cold is required for germination of its seeds

Do all things need pain, to feel joy?

Is not harshness, masked tenderness in disguise?

This old shell do I have to destroy?

That's how new life sprouts, under spring skies

Beyond the horizon I lose all visibility

Myopic is mortal vision

I fear immortality and eternity

Banish all fear with decision

I dread rejection by others

Wish only to be what you are a part of

Can't I depend on love of friends, brothers, or mothers?

Before it comes from another, your own self you must love

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh dear, my comment has flown off and been posted up but here it is again:
'Should ever there be a love that glints and beckons like fools gold, I have been taken in entire by both and
have never since truly recovered.' Self rejection is quite the other side of the coin as being rejected by the one(s) we hold dearest and closest to our true selves.

[Soren]

Thanks so much dear friend. Your comments are deeply valued.

[DIVYA]

Is not harshness, masked tenderness in disguise?

I really pondered on this question. Love and relationships are so tricky. Its like exorcism for want of a better word. So many great lines and images in this poem on relationships and the disillusionment they bring. Loved it.

[Soren]

Thank you Divya for your most valued review and comments. Yes love is a deceptive imag, like a specter or sciren that takes many forms that we in our mere mortal form are left to interpret.

[DIVYA]

Indeed, so many facets to it, known yet mostly unknown. You're most welcome Soren.

[Mk.t.g]

"I dread rejection by others
Wish only to be what you are a part of
Can't I depend on love of friends, brothers, or mothers?
Before it comes from another, your own self you must love"
Such powerful and meaningful lines, Soren! I am honestly still shocked at how well this piece has been written! All those emotions and those questions that you incorporated here to give this piece such a gentle and strong touch. Loved the read.
Mk.t.g

[Soren]

Thank you for your most appreciated remarks tha truely humble me.

[Mk.t.g]

Your welcome