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Subversive - A Collection of Poetry - 3. Without Rhyme or Reason

 

Without Rhyme or Reason

A sense of absence mars our love

A dispassionate embrace peeps through

The jealousy & doubts are long gone

The loss of warmth is what we rue

 

 

We witness our dissolute vows

Crumble down to gravity's core

Our dissonance stipulates endless rows

Grinding within in million bores

 

 

Forever was our journey's end

We sought out the fortune of old gods

Alas we grasped too high a price

And end up here in a bitter bargain

 

 

When way forward is a mirthless trudge

And past looks like a sisyphean fiend

The only way out is a liqueur mudge

A gift of amnesia alcohol gleaned

 

 

So drink up my friend or foe you may be

Be glad in my disingenuous find

That love is a load of hogwash free

To tussle poor young people's mind

 

11/04/2017

Mudge is Scotish for movement or motion.

I hope you enjoyed the poem. You can share your thoughts in the comments below.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Lots of Love.
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Your poem is something to read a lot of times, to get every line. It remembers me on the last vers from  Rilkes "Einsamkeit"

Einsamkeit

"...und wenn die Menschen, die einander hassen,
in einem Bett zusammen schlafen müssen:
dann geht die Einsamkeit mit den Flüssen... "

Loneliness

"...and if people, who hate each other,

have to share the same bed,

loneliness flows with the river...."

On 12/4/2017 at 6:02 PM, Parker Owens said:

This is such a sad, difficult poem. It is all the more so for being quite true for many. Unquestionably, the great pain of falling out of love can be assuaged chemically, and you present that to the reader in stark words. I liked the use of the word 'mudge.'

Thank you for reading. I agree that process of falling out of love is just as tedious and inversely joyous as the process of falling in love. And both of them take place rather silently.

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On 13/4/2017 at 2:39 AM, Lyssa said:

Your poem is something to read a lot of times, to get every line. It remembers me on the last vers from  Rilkes "Einsamkeit"

Einsamkeit

"...und wenn die Menschen, die einander hassen,
in einem Bett zusammen schlafen müssen:
dann geht die Einsamkeit mit den Flüssen... "

Loneliness

"...and if people, who hate each other,

have to share the same bed,

loneliness flows with the river...."

Thank you Lyssa. You rekindled the joy and depth of consciousness of reading Rilke. About 15 years ago when I first started writing, I was directed to the famous letters of Rilke by a veteran poet. Thereafter, I read a lot of his poetry, all in translation of course, and I don't remember most of it. This was just before I got a personal computer and was in the dial up era of India. So, I got them from a library & devoured them speedily. I now understand that even though the words made sense, the true dawning of meaning was not appreciable then. Now, when I read Rilke I get an all together different reading. Perhaps when I will be even more matured, I shall find more subtle nuances out of the words. That I think is one of the greatest magic of poetry. 

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23 hours ago, AC Benus said:

Reminds me, sadly, that many LGBT people have resorted to companionship in the bottle. Thanks for teaching me what mudge means - there's a queer film called The Mudge Boy but I never knew what that part of the title meant :)  

So very true. The LGBT perspective gave me a new point of view. I was thinking about sad-married-straight-modern age-couples who drift further apart every day. Thank you for reading.

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