I Write About You

1343536-1440x900-[DesktopNexus.com]Love touches in many ways, sometimes it flows, brushing the heart as would winds whoosing the fields; and then other times, it is harsh, and cold and hurtful. Nevertheless, if love is true then lovers overcome; and suffrage is sweet and sour, an untethered force, driving them together while ripping them apart. Other than life, the greatest gift is love; and absolutely, it is worth and worthy of sharing.

Love doomed to failure once touched me; alas, its tenderness offered no meaningful relationship. Truth, at times, a talon of hardships, aids to clear the mind; and whether the heart aches or, eventually hurts, still, the risk, the dare, the adventure into peril is exciting. She was most beautiful  and one of the best loves of my life.

For her, I penned and presented four poems; “I Write About You” is without membership to the group. This poem occurred subsequent to our end, yet speaks to her memory. Uncertainty prevails; but whatever the truth,  the woman greatly impressed me.
-Writer.

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I Write About You

I’ve always wanted to write a song
I never knew what words I should use
I know very little about life
But I know something about the blues

They say when writing a song
You must always have a good hook
Maybe I’ll happen into a Library
Sit and stare at a good book

Mumbling through the words
No fancy phrase comes to mind
Well just a few more pages
Perhaps, just a little more time

The Library walls whisper my name
And still I’m sitting here
Like so many others before me came
I’m Mach Five going nowhere

Bookshelves echo tinkering mites

Tirelessly meeting the task
I’d question my reasons
For trying too hard
But there is no one to ask

So, I grumble my way out the door
Agonizing from disappointment
Like a spider’s endearing medicinal sting
What foolish fly would want it?

Chasing the Jester’s piper-less flute
To an unknown distant place
The more I think about writing a song
The more I can see your face

A lovely sight if ever I’ve seen
As I pledge to shoulder the fight
I sell my soul to diamond dark eyes
In a lost and nothing night

A quest for unyielding passionate thirst
Consumes my weary mind
Suddenly, the words for which I search
Are no longer hard to find

For when I want to write a song
And find it difficult to do
I think of someone oh so special
Then… I write about you

© 1999 D. H. Rhodes

“A Scornful Disguise”

Sad man

By Delbert H. Rhodes

Tony has accomplished much in his life. He has the career the money the toys. He is nearing his late fifties and one thing continues to plague the man one thing (just) never seems to fit the puzzle.

Tony is a handsome guy and the ladies tend to favor him, but Tony has a difficult time with relationships. No matter how much he invests in them, time, anguish, sorrows; the end remains the same, failure.

The last woman he dated was beautiful, and though Tony never requires them to be of the movie star model type, she was “something.”

He thought that he had done (all) the right things, yet, still, she left him, and without telling the man why-what he did wrong.

Each night the stressed man suffers a worrisome sleep. He dreams of relationships, and though the dreams are different, the theme remains the same, he is pinning over another lost love, he feels betrayed.

Tony wakes never certain of the betrayal, he never knows whether it “truly” is the woman or him, he knows (only) how terribly lost and alone he feels.

Night after night Tony suffers these words:

My darling you said you loved me
In your arms, you held me close
So hungry and hurting to taste your love
I craved an overdose

Do you remember the night you kissed me
Beneath a star-lit sky
And the perfume of curious flowers
While clouds were floating by

And sweet the seductive moonlight
Touching and teasing our eyes
Then sadly, the moment shook us awake
To suffer a scornful disguise

The brilliantly dark betrayal
A tarnish forever to stain
So delicately tended and treated
A wound restoring the pain

Reflecting the broken mirror
An image doubtless I know
And risking to smile never dare I
My feelings surely to show

Without me your life you live
And happiness yours to keep
Alas, nestled upon your pristine pillow
My restless heart does sleep:

And so: Tony rends with a heartfelt plea… “If the answers live not in my dreams, then where are they to be found?”
Copyright 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes