05-09-2017, 07:44 PM
Hello Dale!
concerning the previous reply: not sure if impotence equals despair.
concerning your poem: i think the opposite of passion is indifference.
The Passionate Man*
How cruel it is to render
a passionate man impotent,
so that all he does is sit in his room
staring with dulled eyes.
Having lived life like a god,
only to have the god desert him; remember: better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all.
the energy that once coursed through his body
is now the heaviness of lead instead.
He would weep in self-pity
except he knows the truth of it.
Pity the once passionate man,
for he was blessed and now has fallen. i don´t understand how that line can follow the denial of self-pity
Hell in life is no different from hell in death,
except in life you are still expected to act…fine. one does no act in death at all.
concerning the previous reply: not sure if impotence equals despair.
concerning your poem: i think the opposite of passion is indifference.
The Passionate Man*
How cruel it is to render
a passionate man impotent,
so that all he does is sit in his room
staring with dulled eyes.
Having lived life like a god,
only to have the god desert him; remember: better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all.
the energy that once coursed through his body
is now the heaviness of lead instead.
He would weep in self-pity
except he knows the truth of it.
Pity the once passionate man,
for he was blessed and now has fallen. i don´t understand how that line can follow the denial of self-pity
Hell in life is no different from hell in death,
except in life you are still expected to act…fine. one does no act in death at all.