what was love like
in history
were cities infestations of bondage
where men and women
endowed themselves
with the responsibility
to grow more men
embracing hatred
as their favorite ally
was love a thing to be taken
like fruit waiting to ripen on a tree
before the worm eats the core
did girl meet boy
feeling the butterflies in her heart
fluttering madly
or did boy see girl
taking what he needs
often at the right moment
to plant his seeds
was love
an infestation of bondage
to be shrugged off
in the next generation.
© 2008 Sara Coslett
Worthy speculation Sara, however Romance and History seem sequentially locked in step. I would suggest a thought for an alternative title might be 'Sequestration of Bondage' - which would advance your postulate a little better. Welcome to Poem Hunter. Rgds, Ivan
A good poem though do I detect the cool breeze of....cynicism perhaps.
this gives me butterflys in my stomach, and i can feel them stuck to the front of your grill
Sara, welcome to PH - and you sure came in with a bang! Like my/your good friend Ted, I see an ability to end an engaging piece with a memorable finale (though I would have liked to have seen a question mark at the end perhaps!) I enjoyed this hugely and I am looking forward to reading more of you. t x
A questionable start to a journey you should continue on PH Sara... welcome... and the bond of age will always ensure that love will not only wrap tales around both trees and fruits of loins.. but will survive just as rats will always infest any city.... no matter what the epoch... please, do keep righting them.. one peace at a time..
A pensive deliberation on the common philosophy of man about himself. beginning, as it does, in the wrong place. It ends, as it should, there as well. The next generation clings to tradition. Love, is as it has always been. Neither an infestation nor a liberator. Love, is as it is, and has always been. The only true value. GW62
Thoughtful, insightful, well constructed and concise. I have a great deal of sympathy for this weighty, significant point of view. The trends of the world are heading in the wrong direction in my opinion, and you speak indirectly of the kind of love and balance that are much too rare.... some people are lucky enough to experience them, to live them, but I doubt if they are valued enough to be widely appreciated in a world obsessed with the shallow, with control, with disposability, with instant gratification. Welcome to PH Sara. I hope you write and post more work of this calibre. Thanks, jim.
Ah Sara, brilliant penning! Eloquent and capturing start to finish! Welcome to P H! Hope to read many more of your future writes! ! *10plus*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad
Leaves me happy I live in the present. Well written, nicely combined verses that fluidly describe your thoughts. Welcome to PH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sara as you already know I am a huge fan of yours....I can't wait until Poemhunter. discovers your talent,