BAD poetry because I loathe pentameter...but in the spirit of my daily challenge I decided to write a poem and let Y'all...(Thank you Gail)...decide.
So Are we ready?
Confusion, illusion, seduction, reduction, life in doubt,
The yin, the yang; the in and the out,
Homonyms, synonyms, and antonyms too,
All fuel the language of love gone askew.
What is true, and what is fiction?
What is harmony, and what feeds our friction?
Can it be that life, is really not a fairy tale?
And in love, we're all sentenced to fail?
Have we all gone crazy, grabbing for the brass ring,
Or do we go crazy, once we've grabbed the damned thing?
What are the rules, that govern the heart?
Are we all doomed, to have our world's fall apart?
"Show me," I begged a wise man announce,
"A marriage that maintains its passion and bounce."
He looked long at me, through lowered eyes,
"Would you want to remove all surprise?"
"Love's like that mountin," he softly claimed,
"Down here it's warm, the landscape is tamed,
"But beyond the shrouding upper mist,
"Glaciers scream, and ice floes list.
"Would you wish for one, and not the other,
"Are we lone islands, or a network of sister and brother?
"Love is no different than all cycles of life.
"There can be no husband, 'less he has him a wife."
With that last syllable, fracturing on an Arctic wind,
He turned like a dervish, in a mind twisting spin.
One minute there, the next he was gone,
Leaving me to ponder, till the break of new dawn.
Back in my home, my body toasty and warm,
I reviewed what he said, seeking a magical charm,
That would finally enlighten, my troubled old mind,
But love is what it is, neither cruel nor kind.
And now that you have been so kind as to endure this I give you a TRUE pearl of BAD poetic mastery...ah and Thanx!