The Chase Poem by Karen Alc.
The Chase
I didn’t notice you
You did notice me
I run from you
You run to me
I stop running and look back
You stop then, dead in your tracks
I look into your eyes
You begin your spell
I begin to listen
You begin to tell
I start to disarm
You’re aware of your charm
I hear, I see, I like
You hammer down your spike
I’m enthralled, I’m taken
You declare I’m mistaken
I’m intrigued, I want more
You start closing the door
I insist, I persist
You’re interest turns to mist
I’ve confused it… I was wrong
You say “no, it won’t be long'
I want you to be mine
You say we need some time
I recognize the game, the chase, it was on
You’ve conquered, you’re bored, and now you’re just gone.
July 11,2005
Karen, this is a great poem, the pace, the rhythm, the sentiment - I am sure many will identify with this one, I certainly did. Kind regards. Justine.
But he's the prospecting fool rushing, digging frantically to find his mother lode, leaving his little holes behind him to search elsewhere, blindly seeking in his haste, forgetting to wipe the dust from his eyes, not seeing your glowing, glittering preciousness. The fool will die of thirst in the desert, but the shining treasure that he obliviously left behind has been exposed. When by chance you are found by a passer-by and your value recognized, appreciated, you will be exhumed into his love and cherished forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 9:00:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The rally of love plays tricks on those who look upon the moon for too long. It flees, not the people K, not the people. Love, V.