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Choice...Realisation...Consequence.

 

It was the time–the one and only time–
And never afterwards a  time again.

I sensed she was behind me, and I felt
Her desolate, enormous helplessness
With such a fierce compassion that it seemed
My very heart must claw out from my back
And leap the space between us…But, summoning
A strength from some cold fathom of the will,
Garrotted peace…Slowly I turned around
And, nodding curtly, turned away again.

Such was the weird delirium of pride
That I knew an instant`s triumph...
Ah, but since?
No shunning the knowledge since -
I know too well-
I am shrunken capable of hell!

 

◄ Don Juan in his decrepitude

A poet at prayer ►

Comments

Philipos

Sat 30th May 2015 16:40

Wow. Haven't we all been there! Haven't we all known the ghost of a special unattainable romance of the past. I think my first one was at an infant's school in Liverpool when even then I felt strangely drawn to our class mistress and her legs. I must have good taste though, as I sometimes spotted the male teachers doing the same thing.

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ken eaton-dykes

Sat 30th May 2015 16:02

Downsized to a mighty atom eh. self truncification the short cut to confidence.

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 30th May 2015 15:15

A re-post,
Re-titled, heavily truncated, and revised.

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