For My Unloved
For My Unloved
I will not write you a poem, for it is likely that you do not read.
I will not perform a song for you, for I cannot sing
or bring myself to learn these things.
my voice is that of a washing machine gurgling.
Let it be known!
I will not crush the stars into lanterns to light your darkness
don’t be stupid.
Nor will I make the rains take leave in your walk
no
one
does
that
No.
I will not give you everything and take nothing from you
nor can I promise to be quite sane –
(for what is the pleasure of that?)
But
know
this:
and out of this, and of this, all be true,
that I shall and I will fall for you.
M. R. Wallis
Fkx
Thu 21st Apr 2011 14:58
The appeal over other pronouncements of love and such affections is its total lack of mushiness or mooshiness; no promises just the truth, no crying for the moon or crossing the oceans or mountains, no serenade nor waxing poetic... pure poetry.