Elegy for Us
Come down from your cross and
Live in the real world, dear. Deal
With your choices, your words, with
Me
And
Be quiet, be still, hear
My breaking heart that leaks, that bleeds out
Love, but is draining fast.
And stop spinning tales, pushing memories of when
we were young, passionate and every ounce of
Will was used to restrain the ardency of
All of our passion. Could we have only known that
The fervency of our
Pleasures was finite, fragile. Now, these million pieces of us
Prove we are broken beyond measure.
ATM – 4/6/2022
Author’s Note:
Today’s prompt suggested to write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry. Inadvertently, after pondering on it all day at work, I came home to realize that a madrigal was stuck in my head, and that it was The Passionate Shepard To His Love by Christopher Marlowe. I considered it happenstance, and used it as my prompt.
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