My cliché- Unrequited Love

It shouldn't rhyme

A thorn-bird, my love song does bleed

I sadly die singing my fateful plead

 

No dawn to dance in the darkness of skies

And sorrow slays the smiles in my eyes

 

Pleading, a child, my love dwells denied

At closed gates remains cruelly deprived

 

Blood brews bitter as my days go by

Fermented by what-if, where, and why

 

Questions I ask to answer my quest

Why love was jade, my craving her jest

 

 my longings slaughtered at the altar of love

like a helpless lamb or a crying dove

 

 So no harp plays music in halls of my heart

And to no end this journey sees to my start

Author's Note

Image- "Unrequited Love" MD Nagg
to be continued......

Reviews

[Pax]

beautiful...
your words are amazing...

[patricia]

this is sad but written beautifully. enjoyed.

[Renée]

What is it about Salt that makes sweet taste sweeter ?... So sad and yet so beautifully expressed and written..

[Sheila Kline]

It is good to read your words again!

Your line, "my longings slaughtered at the altar of love like a helpless lamb or a crying dove" are especially touching, and create quite a powerful image in my mind! It shouldn't rhyme, but the reason of it gives cause to bring repetition of emotion - she is not there!

[Arte]

Wow, I am speechless! This is an amazing poem. Thanks for sharing and I appreciate this very much!

[Robin]

excellent writing here ~ the emotion and ponderings expressed in heartfelt detail

[ForTheWorld]

Wonderful, brilliant write, nice poem, the emotions are well-expressed..great!!!

[Cynthia]

Great Poem!
So I know what you fully means now, everything in here is going to be rhyem! Wow! I gotta read all the things later, since I am kinda busy...
I love this poem!

[Helena]

Stunning work WM....absolutely a beautiful to read and its going into my favorites! Thank you for sharing you wonderful talent for our enjoyment.

As soon as I saw your first stanza it immediately reminded me of a favorite book of mine "The Thorn Birds" by an Australian writer Colleen McCullough. I take the liberty of posting here her poem (from her book).

THORN BIRDS
By Colleen McCullough

"Long Ago, there was a bird who sang just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree.
and it never rested until it found one.
Then it began to sing more sweetly
than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it was dying, it rose above its own agony
to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song
and the whole world stills to listen
and God, in His heaven ~smiles.
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,We know........
We understand.....
And still......we do it."

[Bubo]

Questions I ask to answer my quest
Why love was jade, my craving her jest

Love unreturned is soul destroying, so many wonderful metaphors and very emotional in sorrow.