Love With no Commitment
by E T Waldron
Monday, March 05, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Tossed like a leaf in a tempest
my emotions swirling like a
wind in a twister~go ahead upend
me~knock the breath out of me
love me~ then leave me today~ lost
and limp in disarray~
How quickly the bloom is off the
rose~ the months that were to
become years now cut off in the
tears of parting because you came
to the conclusion that you could
not commit to a relationship~ and
how sorry you are to have led me
to believe otherwise~
Go ahead tell me you still love me
but we just can't be together anymore
you need time to explore~but you say
love never dies it lives in the heart
always~even though we're apart~
So that's what I'm left with, a ghost in
my bed~ in place of the man I can hold
and feel and love~a phantom in my heart
instead of the reality of what I can see~
a remembrance~ instead of a living being
that I can converse and share with~
a thought in the soul, instead of the spirit
I love,how sad...
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|This is my favorite piece from you...it is so realistic and heartfelt that it has become a work of art that the reader can relate to...although it is based upon the sadness that is left along with abandonment when love fails to bond.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|wow ... deeply emotive and soulfully expressed ... love has so many faces sometimes it's hard to see itself ...|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautifully penned, Eileen; always a joy reading and reviewing you! Hope you are well!
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Was in the hospital myself, but doing much better; was in for five days (extremely high blood pressure; now on high blood pressure and cholesterol meds).
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Love is such a kaleidoscope of variety in both its giving and receiving - and many layered as well as many splendoured! When things are going well, we love its multiplicity to explore and marvel at; on the downturn of a divergence or loss of togetherness, then it's a very different story: what was once a "beautiful, well-oiled machine of imagination and wonder" becomes a heap of clanking, crashing gears which can only fall apart. And how we suffer for it. To me this is also a beautiful example of how important the corporeal element is to a sustained relationship of love - perhaps particularly so to us women for whom physical expression and bodily contact can be a very real need rather than a mere sexual want. This really strikes a chord, Eileen. xx|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I hope this isn't a recent experience, but only a bitter memory. It's the essence of what makes poets write… The sadness of loss and misery of defeat.
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|i can relate but what really hurts is when you've been led to believe there is a commitment and just when you need them, you find out there is none. thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A very sad poem indeed, Sis. And I hope it's just a poem, and that you are doing well. You are missed by many here on A.D.|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|ET, I understand what you are saying, men our age are very much afraid to commit..I have to believe that because of the age we are, and the amount of time a man was married, and then after years of that marraige things just fall apart. When they become single again, it is as if they go back to being single when they were single before their marraige, hence, the non commital stage. We are sorta shit out of luck at our age, because men just don't want to settle down again, so they drift from one woman to another, seeking comfort but not commitment..I am really tired of the whole dating thing, so I choose to not have a man in my life..It's been three years now, and I am fine with it. I have a lot of friends, and beautiful grandsons to keep me busy. If a special man decides to make that commitment, I surely will respond..Until then, I am happy, single, and doing my own thing. I wish you well and much happiness dear lady.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Sis, get a puppy...Jurseeeeeeeeeeey|
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|you've expressed the emotions of this experience beautifully|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What marvelous nuances in this showstopping poem, as you brilliantly gather images, pressed flowers, pain-filled insight!
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|That begs the question- what is love?- hugs!|
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|it might be truer titled 'fuck without committment'...sadasitis|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|How sad is right. You read my memoir. I was that man for many years. I'm sorry for it, and I am not that man now, but it doesn't e3rase the wrong done.|