David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Answering A Poetess - Poem by David McLansky

What hope has truth to steadily mature
When loves emerges so childishly and green
Made mad by toxins not previously explored
Sown by strangers hands peevishly unclean;
In sun soaked rapture it deceptively perceives
It endures both in hurricane and drought,
Coldly it's captured, by husbandry deceived
It alternates betwixt blind certainty and rout;
What heart knows peace in such a change of seasons
That the eye can gage the fruits of loving labours,
Oh a heart can have little faith in reason
When it's wages are reckoned up so poor;
Oh truth in love is mangled at first sprout,
And bitter tastes the fruit that's ripe with doubt.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/5/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    truth in love mangled at first sprout. I like it. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

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