While scanning my reader today I came across a post from Penny http://thewhyaboutthis.com/2013/08/24/why-do-we-write-poetry/ which got me thinking about an unexplored facet of my personality – poetry.
I have never written much poetry, and when you read this one you will probably see why. I wrote this poem in 1990, at the end of a year long romance with a french au pair with whom I was utterly smitten. We had professed our undying love to each other, and I could not understand why she was still going home that summer if she really loved me.
But as July approached I began to brood on her impending departure and this poem was the product of my suffering as I strove to come to terms with the circumstances that just didn’t make sense to a young man in love.
The poem is about my confusion, anger, sadness and desperation at my impending loss. Of course I recovered from my sadness as soon as the next pretty girl came into my life, but the angst I suffered at that time got my creative juices flowing and I have finally decided to dust it off and put it out there for you to read, seeing as how we have built up such a wonderful bond of trust. I hope you like it, please excuse any punctuation errors as I am not familiar with poetry etiquette. 🙂
The Embittered Man
Oh, how vile a creature is Woman?
Who, with stealth and poison word
Feigns to love with dark deception,
Drunk in rapturous misconception,
Ever deeper am I lured.
Though I now glimpse this scheme she wrought,
Enchanted as an amber-ed fly
I watch the waning days slip by,
Still to my dreams I cling for naught.
Oh to know this woman’s mind,
This love for her I hold so dear,
Yet still she leaves in midst of year,
And bitter truths remain to find.
And so at last I face despair
And scream to mighty God above
What use is life bereft of love?
This pain forever more I’ll bear.