Reason striking a blow
The crows are circling
Over the scattered remnants
Of our long lost love
Straws blown in the wind
We once illuminated
Each others lives
Now alone again
My face so concrete and stern
You wallow in grief
Our love could not last
These pounding hearts were no match
For stark reality
Where’s the incentive
And what stars can we hitch to
When love’s race is run
Very very nice. It is rather sad but so well written that I wanted to go back and re-read it a couple of times.
ReplyDeleteReality has put an end to many a love affair. Excellent use of the words, OE!
ReplyDeleteTo Marianne's trenchant observation, I would add a hearty Amen!
DeleteA Short Whirl
Aw, so sad. Good wordle, though! :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant use of words...and meaningful poem! Congrat!
ReplyDeleteThe words does suggest a certain direction. Nicely wordled.
ReplyDeletesounds as if the love is still there for one of you, however there is a heavy note or resignation.
ReplyDelete"These pounding hearts were no match
ReplyDeleteFor stark reality"
"When love’s race is run"
The irreversible damage has been done, no chance of a reconciliation and accepted as fate!!
Yes, sometimes love lives and other times dies. Well put, Old Egg.
ReplyDeletePamela
Just as with these wordle words, loves moves us in many different ways. Sometimes joyful, other times sad. Very real.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Robin, what a unique take on the Wordle. I knew the minute I saw the crows, it was not going to be one of your happy-ending romance poems. BIttersweet and great. Amy
ReplyDeleteBeautiful take on the Wordle. Your poem is seamless and flows along.
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