Love, Clings Hopelessly, Stirring The Rudder Poem by Mark Heathcote
Love, Clings Hopelessly, Stirring The Rudder
Love is a vessel hit by bad weather
many storms rage, throw up a torrent,
destructive each wave upon another.
Love, clings hopelessly, stirring the rudder.
It drifts like matchwood at times - abhorrent.
Each tear, a Turner oil, watercolour?
Love, demands what all my heartache's warrant.
When we're, I'm sick to the gills with hearts-fear
with every word promise made, insincere.
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4/24/2024 8:26:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A good one on the trials and tribulations of love and its triumph. Thanks for sharing.