The Debris of a Love Poem [Original Poem]

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Uploaded by on Jun 6, 2010

Your conviction, the force
That has driven me to fall
Onto my shadow once again
And it has a love as dark as burning oil fields
But as unresponsive to our calls
As dead relatives in the night

You were the drop of the cure I could taste
In the otherwise deadly poison
I miss you with a passion
A passion only the thirsty could know

I look for you in my memories, but your image-
It scarcely spends time there anymore
And I feel like I'm slowly losing you
As one asks me why I write love poetry
And I say because a line of poetry will never faulter
Like a line of men

And a pharmacy is cracked into my veins
With all the panoply of denial
To combat the pitiless regret you have left here
Where the subject of your persecution fell
Like a meteorite cast out of the sky
Banished from the Heavens like a lonely, immoral, angel
And seething as the fuselage of a burnt-out Sukhoi

If I could prove to you that I am more than I am
More than you know I am
And convince you of more than you feel
Would you return to me, and do it honestly
Like the men and women of a failed crusade?

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  • You had me at the first line!!! Beautiful!

  • Wow that first ine..and that pharmacy line...nice..

  • @JoSieLove2Sing4u Ooooh honey... Elly wouldn't wish that on anyone :P

  • I think this is my new favourite of yours.

  • excellent! definitely loved it.

    the phrases you had in there were extraordinary. :)

  • Your wonderful video poem is a fabulous addition to my Visiting Poets Playlist!

    Laurie:-)

  • One drop of cure. A grain of wheat in a shock of chaff.

    Easy

  • Superb poem.

  • Brilliant work, Elly. Compelling, though a line of poetry has indeed been known to faulter in the wrong hands. However, in your hands, much is accomplished here.

    Jerusalem is taken, the castle walls stormed. No failed crusade here.

  • Great phrases as ever, a welcome return.

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