After the fall-out of falling apart

[serge gurkski]

I. Fairytales from a love supposedly sublime


It could be a love so perfectly fine,
was it not for the saddening fact,
that every now and then and again
she loses the beat of our song
and I lose my line.*

And all our belated amendments
will not save us from falling apart
and will not shield us from grief
because pain is part of the game :
if there is no cross, there will be no crown.

But having just lilted like that,
I now have to sadly regret
that this may very well be
just another sweet little lie.
One of those fairytales
desperate lovers make up
to prevent them from losing
just another beat or a line
of the love song they coo*
at each other again and again
and all of the time.


*;-)

[cidermaid]

Hi Serge (You mad dog you )
This was sweet. (don't mean that derogatively, in a nice way). I particularly liked the use of lilted to describe the tone of the previous stanzas. Thought that was a neat word to use. Gave the last stanza an interesting edge (those tears of a clown again).
Thanks for the read. (As my son aged 4 would say "More dink, more dink!" ...perhaps just one more pint)

AJ

[billy]

i love the title.

the poems not bad either

le serge....

[serge gurkski]

thank you both, AJ and Billy,

this time I try to write less chaotic than most of the time.



cheers

Cujo