Fool for Love
Prudence is a hungry barren sigh,
a miser squeezing the ducat of
imagination with shut-tight eyes,
a well-fed tenant weeping at sunset
for beauty sinking out of reach.
Knocked up, knocked down, knocked out –
calamity isn’t tragedy when love reads the lines.
Be a fool for love.
Love is the reason we build sand castles.
Love is the ocean washing the sand away.
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What a rich flow of images. The first stanza’s diction and imagery feel dense and dated, whereas the last two lines of the second stanza feel like an opening, an invitation.
Yup, what Gaby said.
An invitation. And “well-fed tenant weeping at sunset
for beauty sinking out of reach”
wow..
I enjoy the heart and sound of this!
I love this so much! Perfect ending.
Fantastic imagery! Something positive to hold onto! Love the last two lines!
calamity isn’t tragedy when love reads the lines.
Be a fool for love.
Love is the reason we build sand castles.
Love is the ocean washing the sand away.
I love that ending! Wow.
Thanks everyone for your comments!