Certainly one of my more unusual (free-verse) poems, as it is neither rhymed nor metrical in style or form.
into
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that's aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well....
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2019-05-24 at 00:11
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"Seed of Love"
I sail unawareinto
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that's aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well....
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
Read 803 times
Written on 2019-05-24 at 00:11
Tags Poem Poetry Love
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