How?

By threeleafshamrock

Thu, 09 Apr 2009
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How does a heart, that beats with the joy of life
and personifies loves’ unity and produce,
become an empty drum to beat a dirge
that slows the music of the souls’ tempo,
to a threnody?

How does a smile; a lighthouse in any storm
and a beacon that offsets life’s gloom,
become a snarling fire atop floundering rocks
that seeks to wreck the vessel and reduce
to shattered flotsam?

How does the baby, you held to your breast
and swore to defend, while life allowed
become an untouchable rabid beast,
that mauls the hand which guided the nipple
to its hungry lips?

How does a love, so carefully constructed
and protected with the balustrade of care
become a rotting, precarious ascent
that offers no reward and makes the climb
to any level hopeless?

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Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Wow, very haunting chris but so true! I love: 'How does a smile; a lighthouse in any storm and a beacon that offsets life’s gloom, become a snarling fire atop floundering rocks that seeks to wreck the vessel and reduce to shattered flotsam?' Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
How indeed. Used to be called growing pains but these days we know it as a teen's raging hormones. still, can't be easy for any parent. This is a good one, mate. The first stanza is a beauty but the whole piece works well.

 

Submitted by Curse of 222 on
excellent work. good structure and syntax. the second stanza stands out. is this what i have to look forward to? jason

jason

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Magic, I think this is what they call a 'rough patch'; my head is spinning and my heart is broken but still waiting for light at tunnel ending.

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Hi D. Some day I will attempt to write a book on parenting - the teenage years! ;) I would still get it wrong though. That's the trouble, there is no magic wand and we're all so bloody individual; all with different 'blue prints'. Thanks mate!

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Hi Jason. This is not nescessarily what you have to look forward to. I've got seven; all completely different and owners of their own complexities. You just do the best you can, keep the head and pray for bright tomorrows ;) Thanks!

Submitted by _elle_ on
This is really good! Love the third stanza, bit haunting, but good. I think you've described the combat well (hope this makes sense). BUT, in our defence: we teenagers really can't help it all that much, surely you can remember how confusing and staccato those feelings use to be? -Lynze x

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I know exactly what you mean Lynze. The fact that I was young and no better doesn't make it any easier. I suppose, if I am honest, I like to think that I was better; I guess that's what being older does for you. My dad used to say; 'It's a circle son, you will replace me and someone will replace you - and only then, will you know what I mean.' Sad but true! Thanks for reading and don't worry; like I have iterated before...'Love will out in the end!' It's a temporary situation ; XX

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks so much Nathan for your views and kind words. You were one of the first to welcome me to ABCtales and have consistently given me the confidence to continue. Thank you so much for always seeming to be there when a boost was needed; much appreciated. Chris ;)