Gnomic love affairs

If you are old and I am young

will it matter upon the rising of the son?

After 30  noone asks, the tasks of children are all in hand

Duties are met and obligations fulfilled

neatness descends and orders our days

Time is the marching band to which we yield.

 

If I am old and you are young

Will they stop and stare

Will I be carded at the fair?

Beds unmade and deadlines missed

Lovers bliss and your sweet sweet kiss

A haze of wisdom in which to end my days.

 

Alone, a compacted soul afloat

not blissful or ironic but occasionally gnomic

I continue to exist when brutal doors are closed

I think and feel regardless of your year.

 

Love should hold no limitation true

but bound by convention,usually adhere

to what is known, what we fear

◄ Missing your dead heart

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winston plowes

Tue 24th Jan 2012 00:01

Hi Kay, Enjoyed looking at this. Some fine rhymes and original ideas, Thx for posting.

a compacted soul afloat
not blissful or ironic but occasionally gnomic
I continue to exist when brutal doors are closed
I think and feel regardless of your year.

I felt this little section as a mini gem within the whole, had so much to offer and could mean so much to so many. It was the last four words that held me :-)

Win

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kayberley

Mon 16th Jan 2012 22:53

Awwhhh thank you, reading your comment has made my day. Thank you so much :-)

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 14th Jan 2012 19:05

Lotsa gorgeous lines-
"A haze of wisdom in which to end my days"
-wowsers!

Thanks for posting Kayberley
(this poem should have been swamped with comments-IMHO)

best to you
Patricia and Stefan Wilde.xx

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