Isradella Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

Frances Macaulay Forde

Frances Macaulay Forde

Born: UK, grew up: Africa, now living: Perth, Western Australia

Isradella



Isradella waits
for ghosts of lovers past
to homogenize

Perfect recipes of want
ingredients elusive
beg materialize

Abundant beauty falls
shorter than ideal
too rarefied

Hope ever lives in one
who strives for vision
so eulogized

Reality proves tepid
in life-dreams eye
and Isradella cries

Disbelieve the sellers
unattainable perfection
and real-eyes

Love no longer exists
the world's forgotten
to individualize



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Wednesday, June 1, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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Frances Macaulay Forde

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Born: UK, grew up: Africa, now living: Perth, Western Australia
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