Sonnet Recalling a Sad Conversation  

mjtrcc 53M
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3/2/2006 6:55 pm

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4/6/2006 8:10 am

Sonnet Recalling a Sad Conversation

If I had been the actor you believed
I could become, but never then became?
Or houseboy? Maybe then could I achieve
Enough to make you want to take my name?
If I a chiseled beauty had become?
Or beauty having, beauty had maintained?
Or earned for us in wealth a massive sum
Could I a vestige of your love obtain?
You are my greatest love, and always were
But never could my ardent love return.
I let you go, my happiness defer,
So you might have the one for whom you yearn.
Thus never doubt my heart was always true
Though heartache is my curse for loving you.


Sister_Act_4_You 37F/37F

3/5/2006 5:50 pm

Unfortunately, it appears typical for our most passionate verse to come from some sort of pain. I wonder why that seems to be?


mjtrcc 53M

3/5/2006 7:02 pm

I guess blase emotions make for blase verse.

I envy you your passion. It can't help but improve both the quanity and quality of your work. I also envy your ability to work in free verse. I need a pre-fab framework to hang words on, or I tend to ramble. It's something that serves me well in prose, but makes the verse tedious.

It takes the emotional equivalent of a sucking chest wound to stir up enough passion to get me to the point where I have to put it on paper (or electronic 1's and 0's, in this case). My current marital collapse certainly qualifies. Then again, spending all one's time burdened with the emotional equivalent of a sucking chest wound must get exhausting. I can only guess at the depth, breadth and intensity of your passions, so I don't know if you channel your emotions in constructive or destructive ways.

Thank you for your continuing correspondence, your inspiration and your encouragement of my little "hairballs".


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