@}{@love never ends@}{@

Love never ends up being found
In the place where it grew
and then gradually became
An embittered crucible setting
for twinned flames exposed to a gale.

His and her beings conjoined in strife.
Me and her rings slung down the drain
As castaways in a cul-de-sac 'twas once an aisle
Gaily bedecked in futuristic shades of pink & blue
But now the album echoes depictions of scenes
That presaged footprints along a threadbare path.

Desecrated
Icons shoddily
Veneered
On
Route to a
Corpse's
Exhumation

Love never ends up being found
In the place where it grew
bordered by thorny brambles
that prick & draw stains
Crimson in hue

@}{@Love never ends@}{@

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP7m5VqQ6f8

To mangle a phrase for my own purposes, it is said (within artistic circles) that Imitation is the highest form of flattery; and so I confess that I have borrowed from the photograph that Ladywind7 presented and invited us to explore creatively. Thank you Ladywind7 your artistry is beyond compare.

I would also like to add that the piece above is written with more sensitivity that you, dear reader can ever imagine. So please try to understand that it is a love offering! I assure that as the instrument through which the words have been rendered I am in no way seeking to downplay love and all of its various twists and turns. Whether or not you find it credible, I also confess to having posted it separately here as a mark of respect.

Finally, I was in my very early teens when a part of that writing first began to to entertain my mind with its' potential to convey a powerful image via the vehicle of poetry. And so, in addition to them being
out of context here, they also serve as a personal testimony to the power of word pictures,



regards

dreadaye

Well, i wish it were true - but people get tired of love! I loved too much - and i was dumped years ago.... I'm still hurting over it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNmxCoWnTFw

thankyou

Sounds painful; what love becomes.

Really enjoyed it!