John Westlake

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300. - Poem by John Westlake

When our love was first declared
we built a 5 bedroom house on a gigantic island
to celebrate our partnership
and for us to start a family

Much encouraged we created more
each one almost better than the last
every one built with love
and held together with respect

Together we built for years
and constructed a city for our selves
I taught you all I knew
despite learning nothing in return

I bought most of the materials
as money was no object in this case
it didn't seem to matter at the time
that you only contributed a little

but in the end I started to notice
when cracks started showing in many walls
I made to maintain them myself
as you could not be bothered

Then one day you disappeared
leaving me alone in the city
claiming you had to go
but never giving a reason

When our love was beginning
we built a city on a gigantic island
now it is crumbling in to ruins
devoid of the love and warmth
that originally brought it to life

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about 300. by John Westlake

  • Bri Edwards (2/26/2016 9:21:00 PM)


    I bought most of the materials
    as money was no object in this case
    it didn't seem to matte at the time
    that you only contributed a little...................just missing an r. :)

    I made to maintain them myself..............i know you didn't mean I made. you are too good of a poet/writer.
    but i know you type poems on small devices sometimes. right? i'm glad i don't have to do THAT!

    now it is crumbling in to ruins
    devoid of the love and warmth
    that originally brought it to life ..............maybe her love was not quite what you thought it was from the beginning.

    i rarely, if ever, use symbolism, but i can't help but wonder if the cracks are used by you as symbols for marital problems. gee, maybe the whole poem is symbolic? ?

    bri :) another one for MyPoemList

    suggested title: On An Island Without A Paddle
    (as in up shit's creek without a paddle. i wonder if you guys across the pond, on your ‘big island’, have that idiom.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, February 29, 2016


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