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A Realistic Love Poem From Middle Age - Poem by robert dickerson

I gave my new love flowers-
sleek adolescence
of tulips from California
purple-virginal
cold, too, and dewy
pink and sky green-
hues that will often tint
the lintels of dreams.

I wanted to give a gift-
something that would fire,
flare, swoon with chagrin and fade
slowly, beautiful like our
preposterous love: dry up, their dyes
caked in their veins, intact:
thus-flowers opening their beaks
irresistible to the sun.

Our hourglass then these
tulips in their tall
clear, cylinder of sunshine
confused at the waterline
'Set, go', we cry as one
by one the petals plash
in the warm mahogany sea, their
prows imaged in the polished wood.

When the final petal dropped
and spotted molds in the fell water
gummed the stems, out we flung them
now but fodder for regret.
tenderly, I collected my neckties
from the dear hand, our lips
brushed and we retreated to the corners
of our real-life lives, plaisant, civilized.


Comments about A Realistic Love Poem From Middle Age by robert dickerson

  • (10/10/2011 4:12:00 PM)


    Ha, this is pure killer. And I am the only one finding this hidden treasure while the others comment on their 200th poem about somebody cutting themselves up? ? . What a world..
    but glad to find this, amidst all the craziness..kudos for this one, it is a treat, and I'm saving it for..the someday when perhaps I will have a middle age love..except it's too late already, lol.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 21, 2010


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