Utter Ignorance Poem by Doris Cornago
Utter Ignorance
What do you know of love
Something that is peddled
As wares on a side street
by perfumed women in tights
and low cut bodices - their
dead eyes fastened on bread.
Or the course one takes
Upon seeing a new face
Meeting eyes in a crowded room
a nod of understanding
hurry out of the room
before somebody senses.
An excuse from boredom
A rubbing of flesh
A grapple, a cry of pain
She has mistaken you
for somebody more gentle
Now she is crying poison.
We are strangers from start
we pretend we need love
to unmask others, make them
conform to the person we want
In our utter ignorance, love
turns from unmasking to deception.
Thank you, Colleen. I have found a wonderful way of fueling my production machine: imprinting on a fellow poet. View the lineup in The Cage and choose the one whose poems trigger that same burst (or flow) in you. Unless you already have a live one in tow. Haha.
Wonderful and fascinating. Have added to my poems list. Incredible job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like the insight of the poem and I concur with your conviction: IN OUR UTTER IGNORANCE, LOVE TURNS FROM UNMASKING TO DECEPTION. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Chinedu. I'd like to grow acquainted with your poems, too. :)
Thank you, Chinedu. I'd like to go through your poems, too. :)