Et Tu Poem by Jacqui Thewless
Et Tu
Love’s loss is
endless.
There will be no recovery
of the thing that is lost –
whatever shall I call it? –
something prime, key, critical,
required.
In feeling this
I’m not alone.
Millions of people every moment every day -
old wo/men, children, teens, our mothers, fathers, friends -
have this invisible
enclosure ripped away.
Love
only has short use, now. We should expect it
to flick out,
the instantaneous blast
to rip our homes apart, the after-shock
to break our hearts,
the loss of what makes him, him,
or you, you
to bruise the innerspace we crawl into.
Hi JACQUI - Blank Verse is a difficult medium - but it has three great advantages over POESIE CLASSIQUE. The poem is not constrained by FORM - METRE - RHYME. Because of this you have (almost) complete freedom in your choice of words and word order. You have chosen well! In verse one it enables you to make the point that 'Loss of Love' is a loss that is PRIME - KEY - CRITICAL. I can't refute that - people do die of a 'Broken Heart'. In verse two you come down to Earth - a planet on which millions of humans - every day - are suffering from 'Lost Love'. All ages - all stages - all levels of relationship. 'Ripped Away' indicates that 'loss of love' is so often one-sided. Verse three informs us that 'Loss of Love' is mega sensational. It then adds a salutary note that the perpetual after effects are even worse. 'The loss of love - bruises the innerspace we crawl into' - awesome. Because you have exploited the 'verbal freedom' of Free verse - I have awarded you a MAX - well done. Love in Poetry - JOHN.
'To bruise the innerspace we crawl into' is a brilliant line Jacqui. Very well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 10:22:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I've just read Sally Plumb's 'Possession' and it seems to me that you are both describing the same thing. It is difficult for one who is in love to see with this clarity. Only those who have had it ripped from them, as you describe, and have survived, can realise this state of reason. Now let's hae some mair, lass; -)