by Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia
Aug 2015 921 Views 13 comments
Love's Labour's Lost
I had matured,
Like a fine red,
Amidst the vinegar pleasures,
Of the flesh.
I found my voice.
And entered the kingdom,
Of contentment,
But it was a place,
Formed by temporary alliance,
The senses ruled,
And the imagination heightened,
It produced such ecstasy.
I wanted it like an obsessive fool,
It had to last,
But there looking at me,
With Medusa eyes,
Was the cold hillside.
You are mortal,
Elysium is not for you,
And love was lost,
In that fleeting moment,
Taken from my grasp,
By another’s reality.
Like a fine red,
Amidst the vinegar pleasures,
Of the flesh.
I found my voice.
And entered the kingdom,
Of contentment,
But it was a place,
Formed by temporary alliance,
The senses ruled,
And the imagination heightened,
It produced such ecstasy.
I wanted it like an obsessive fool,
It had to last,
But there looking at me,
With Medusa eyes,
Was the cold hillside.
You are mortal,
Elysium is not for you,
And love was lost,
In that fleeting moment,
Taken from my grasp,
By another’s reality.
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Posted: Aug 2015
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Comments (13)
Kathy
LOVE
Author: Akaki Tsereteli
Oh Love, you’re sweet for moment, perfect gift, for long - heartbreak,
At first you’re just a cradle of bliss, then coffin grim and grave!
Now you are mine, tomorrow - other’s, with no direction you do roam!
Where is it, tell me, your beginning? Where is it, tell, the end of yours?
Some scold you much, some ask and plead,
But all we wish the same, all to your will we yield!
Who wouldn’t exchange his life for bitter sweet of yours?
However lofty, feeling this would hardly last for long.
And though your sweetness then turns life to bitter lot,
Still it is you that we all search, how man alive could tell you “No,”
Who wouldn’t give eternal up for fleeting moment in return?!
Many thanks, dear poet, for sharing!
Rob
First of all I must admit to never having read Shakespeare's comedy of that title, and I'm not even familiar with the plot, thus I have no idea how closely the theme of your poem mirrors the Bard's narrative in his play.
What I do know however, is that your poem pretty much depicts the highs and lows that many of us experience in pursuit of happiness. If the Elysian Fields are indeed the final resting place of warriors and heroes - then like you, being a mere mortal, I declare myself disqualified.
I invariably take so much from your poetry - most of which has at the very least, a nodding acquaintance with the classics, an acquaintance which is often so sadly lacking not only on amateur sites like this... I am thinking of people such as that dreadful Poet Laureate that was appointed here in the UK a few years ago, the thoroughly abysmal and depressing Carol Ann Duffy, whose turgid and at times incomprehensible verse is enough to get poetry done away with.
Yet another super write.
Cheers!
Bill
the numbing effects of lost love Rob....
Not a comedy for sure.
Very nicely written.....Mick.
When you have found it and then it is lost, it's probably more the subject of tragedy but I suspect like all searches for the ideal...it's probably unattainable.
Thanks for your kind comment...most appreciated.
Thanks for your comment. The poem you posted is very much like a 19th century English Romantic. Obviously the subject of my poem is nothing new.
Isn't that why we put them out there? To get some sort of emotional connection. Trying to write these poems I think works both for the composer and occasionally from the responder too.
Yes I thought "vinegar pleasures" was a good image. "Obsessive fool," well when it comes to love, in my experience it does tend to go that way.
Cheers mate,
I enjoyed reading your detailed comment. I have to confess that like you, that play is not all that familiar to me either but I thought the title rather suited the subject matter. It might be ironic that most of Shakespeare's comedies usually ended in a happy marriage at the end just as the tragedies ended in death. If only life was a Romantic comedy but to quote an Irish bard...it's more like a "series of inspired follies." As for the classics, well I know that some can be little tedious but they are our culture, our tradition and the thoughts of our forebears. So they are certainly worth a look. Cheers mate
Thanks for stopping by to comment. It's nice to see so many of my old pals have returned on here to write and comment and keep the site interesting with their considered efforts. Cheers mate