Reflections on Marriage gleaned from Samuel Coleridge – Wordle – June 27, 2015

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Elsewhere in time
Records play our favourite songs
Hands meet
We kiss sitting in shadows –
Our eyes lost in each other’s soul
Searching for an idea
As we walk the way of love.

Letters were written
Never seeing a mailbox
But creating the book
That is our relationship …
Until the sympathy ran out
Leaving us only with our love
And the battle that is marriage.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Sympathy constitutes friendship;
but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion.
Each strives to be the other,
…. and both together make up one whole.  Samuel Coleridge

I found this quote at The Muscleheaded Blog and decided to use it to “Wordle” a poem ….

For:

Samuel, whatever happened when… (Fun Poem)

Each time I read this tale my friend
I can’t help wondering what happened when,
once inspired to write these images,
having been interrupted,
your memory went into a blank!

Oh Bastet, what can I say
it was such a glorious day…
Though ill I had this awesome image
and it was more than 300 lines!
Yet that idiot from Porlock came
to sell some encyclopedias just then …
My muse shouted; “Go away!”
but I felt it would be just too rude …
I indulged him for just half an hour …
before sending him on his way.
I returned then to my pen and ink
I re-read what I had just written. …

Alas, my muse offended,
refused to answer then my call,
no words nor phrases came again that day
nor did I find those words again,
to tell the tale of Xanadu …
Of the ice caves not a line nor rhyme,
my poem was gone
never to return to me.
From that time to now I’ll tell you this,
no longer do I interrupt my writing bliss
I ignore anyone who knocks
upon my door …
and I hate Porlock town!

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Written for Poetry Promt 3, We drink Because We’re Poets