Poem – Never Ending

Just a poem for today. This one has been sitting in my notebook for a while. I was a bit unsure of it but I figured it can go up here in inter-web blog-world anyway. It is not about anyone in particular.

Never ending

I could have loved you forever
yet you were too consumed
by a love that passed
to another place
that left you feeling used

You were far away
when I was much too close
you grieved the loss
as if life was lost
I just dammed the hole

was it amiss
when we first kissed
when I first entered you
the heat, the lust
that we built up
wishfully anew

Not for you this mourning dew
with a soul, needed mending
we loved a little
lost a lot
black hole never ending

I could have loved you forever
that time went and gone
you slid the knife
cross my heart
and it was all
all wrong


15 comments on “Poem – Never Ending

  1. I could have loved you forever

    Oh, I’ve felt that way a time or two or three. But as the decades have passed I’ve met new and different and better and worse, and I see what an encapsulating waste of time that would have been and the Architect of my life knows better than I.

  2. crubin says:

    “Not for you this mourning dew”—love the double meaning of morning/mourning dew. Very nice.

  3. First, I enjoyed the poem very much and think a lot of people will relate to it. Lots of emotion tied to the sensory. Secondly, I find it interesting you felt the need to put a disclaimer at the beginning saying it isn’t about anyone in particular. I’ll admit I’ve thought of doing this myself a number of times – and since you’ve read some of my work you know why πŸ™‚ It’s a bit saucy and a biting occasionally. For some reason, there are people I know who think everything I write is confessional – it drives me a little insane at times but I calmly remind them I am a writer of fiction…The point I’m trying to make is that you bring up a good point with your little note at the top of this one.

    • Ann Marquez says:

      I know what you mean about the disclaimer …. reactions are interesting. I recently posted a little ditty about a basketball that I spotted in the river and a friend called to ask me what was wrong… what was going on. I simply spotted a basketball in the river and thought “now that’s a game changer.” πŸ˜€ Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar! πŸ˜‰

      Excellent poem Elliot! Really. You captured ‘it.’ πŸ˜‰

      • Elliot says:

        I think the subject matter would lead the question about whether it was from personal experience, so I felt the disclaimer necessary to avoid the questions. It is more funny that this one has been floating round for a while in my notebook, rather than “a big thing”.

        Anyway, glad you liked it.

      • I so understand πŸ™‚

    • Elliot says:

      I agree completely. The reason I put the note was to avoid comments along the lines of asking if it was true, or about me etc. You are correct, there is no reason it cannot just be fiction. I suppose the blog blurs the line a little bit more than published fiction because blog pieces are often confessional to some extent, or you refer to something from your life. In that context I suppose someone could wonder if it is true or not.

  4. jmmcdowell says:

    It is interesting that people don’t assume a novel or short story is autobiographical. And yet we often jump to that conclusion about poetry. There’s probably a sociological or pyschological reason for it….

    • Elliot says:

      I think it is more to do with it being on a blog where other things on it can be personal. But then I suppose you post fiction on your blog so it is an interesting point. Hmm…

  5. DyingNote says:

    Nice one, Elliot and like Smaktakula I would’ve said ouch! too but for your disclaimer.

    Vodka (copious amounts of it) used to get me into the mood for the kind of sentiment of this poem and for no personal reason. So I stick to Scotch and beer (rarely together though). Right now you can blame my trolling your post on my drinking water (copious amounts of it).

    • Elliot says:

      Thanks – I’m wondering whether the disclaimer was necessary actually after some of the comments posted above. It sounds personal I guess but it was mostly fiction. I had probably been watching something, or listening to something which put me in the mood for this one.

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