Make Believe

It is the only thing worth the wait,

the bait of some unresponsive

destiny, morphing and deserving

with all the fancies of the heart -

 

the glance of some, positioned perfectly

for my love, the kind that dipped into me to help

or stood outside and never knew me.

An unimaginable amount of things

 

suspend themselves in the hint of love,

the ripe clutch of any You. You could return me

to my glory, the whole of me

contained in the wrestle of love –

 

conditioned upon yours, something I will never

know.

For sure, for sure, the only way to be

 safe in circumstances so opaque

 

is to keep the inner crave, make believe –

keep it so unreal, keep it fake

and the twitch, the tourette’s of your mistakes

will be

 

no claim on your always hurting heart.

 

 

◄ Idea

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Andy N

Sun 18th Dec 2011 21:06

the last line worked really well, Marianne in particular for me although i did enjoy the full piece xx

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kealan coady

Sat 17th Dec 2011 13:33

brilliant as always, m

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 16th Dec 2011 17:24

This is truly lovely. I found myself a bit confused with 'I' and 'You', a switch from personal to universal, I'm presuming. I also rearranged several lines (turnings) in stanza 4, to suit myself, for clarity. Among many superb images, I especially love "the whole of me/contained in the wrestle of love".

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Francine

Fri 16th Dec 2011 01:02

Mmmm... Love it!

My favourite part:

'the glance of some, positioned perfectly
for my love, the kind that dipped into me to help
or stood outside and never knew me.
An unimaginable amount of things

suspend themselves in the hint of love,
the ripe clutch of any You.'

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Anthony Emmerson

Thu 15th Dec 2011 22:07

Ooooh Marianne! That is so beautifully painful! The more I read it the better it gets. But I'd love to hear you read it as you intend it to be heard! All the tragic darkness of a jet cameo. Loved it.

Regards,

A.E.

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Rachel Bond

Thu 15th Dec 2011 18:37

beautiful poem.

fantasy and fakery in love are just a fuckery.
i cant be fudged x

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 15th Dec 2011 13:14

This is a wonderful poem Marianne. And deeply romantic. Beautifully written!

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