[I wrote this poem in response to W. H. Auden’s ‘Are You There? ’]
Some choices we make are shown
To be blunders of our own.
But love has its prying side;
It deceives more than it can hide.
I love my image in the lake:
I’m Narcissus’ reincarnate.
Some elders think love’s a fake;
I think love needs a break.
All lovers have wishes galore;
That numb the cynics even more
The otherness that lovers share
Takes loneliness in its care.
There are many views which I hold;
And stories still untold;
Some are best left alone,
And some we may call our own.
23rd April 2009
Copyright © SC
All lovers have wishes galore; That numb the cynics even more....................the lines are like a quote...........Good Write..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The second stanza lines i liked most...for some, the images there won't be to their liking..the innocent lake and love can't do much about it...good piece...10