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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Seabird

Alex Alemany

I gaze outside the window at the shore
I watch the water kiss the dock below
The language of the swells tells me there's more
than you or I could ever hope to know

A seabird hovers just within my reach
She seems to understand my restless need
These bars of your cold cage I long to breach
Your unrelenting claims I cannot heed

I'd offer you my heart to keep the peace
but you've no love for sentimental things
Your endless expectations never cease
You want me as your trophy, without wings

You say you love me but it is not so
It never will be, so now I must go.

4 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

The flow of this is just divine truly such a heart-breaking piece gorgeous job

ccchampagne said...

Ahhh... A delightful read!!! *deep sigh* So beautiful, and such a lovely flow! Wonderful!

grapeling said...

finely penned sonnet, lm ~

michaelt said...

Hi Lola
Great take on the prompt, I like the direction you took and the feel of a love that was not returned. Well done.