Love Is...
love is a mongrel mutt
that strips the meat from the bone
a rainy monsoon season that
leaves your garden unsown
love is a bastard child
a scandal of reputation defamed
born in a moment of lust,
an embarrassment unclaimed
Love is that bittersweet feeling
that empty cavernous ache
that fills your entire being
with memories of a fatal mistake
Last Few Words: This poem will be in the book of poetry I am writing titled: Mirror/rorriM. By caitlin Mattison.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Oh wow....
It is the RAW TRUTH!
We use to say and think nice things about love.... but this the truth that's experienced by the majority. I wish I could write something like this, too.
~ Cheers
Dear Nilmini,
Thank you for reading and responding to my poem.
always, Cat
Cat
The bitter sweat pain and pleasure of love, I know the feeling.
Lou
Thanks, Lou! always, Cat
Thanks, Lou!
always, Cat
Dear Chrys,
Yes, this is just the negative side. Thanks for reading and commenting!
always, Cat