A Fine Line Poem by Patricia Gale
A Fine Line
Hate and love tis a very fine line
One walked daily for some
By candlelight they dine
Then fight like ravens over the last crumb
Love when the satisfaction arrives
But hate when the words begin to stir
Seen through each heart is love’s knifes
How she prays they could be like they were
Before his heart became stubborn
And advantage was his best friend
But she lays silent and her heart does mourn
As she whispers low and prays for the end
Superbly written and deeply touching. I'm sighing here... it rings alarm bells, from times past. Lines three and four are totally brilliant in particular, P. Hugs to you. t x
A very nice poem about love. I enjoyed reading it. I invite you to read and comment.
'Seen through each heart is love’s knifes' Rachel Ann Butler
Life has to be a fine line, otherwise we would be all over the place. Fine write.
Well, I guess I've found another poet here. It seems like I have to read a lot of bad things to find what I'm looking for. Thank you Patricia, I think Yoonoos got it right. This is a mature piece of poetry. Frankly, it's also a bit creative. This is the kind of thing people look for when someone says, 'Poetry for sale'. A job well done, I wish I had found you sooner. Greenwolfe 1962
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It is a very fine line indeed, glad I do not feel it. Lovely poem well written. Bob