A good friend of mine wrote a poem that spoke to me. I wrote a response to it - from a different perspective. And I will post it down below. His poem can be read on his blog at http://punctuatepoorly.blogspot.com. No, this is not a shameless plug. This is of my own accord. I really enjoy reading his work - but the poem that I am specifically referencing is entitled "a thicket: robert part two" and somewhere beneath this work, is "part one" which gives you even more of a sense, more of a significance of the words. Well here is my poem, which should hopefully stand on its own, but also takes MUCH, even direct quotes, from "a thicket: robert part two," by Michael Martin.
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I mistook
For virtue,
Is your downfall
Your demise
But that will not hinder me
I will not stutter or stumble or fall
No, you are not ageless
Not
Immortal
Nor am I
And I will not waste another second
Alone
Gazing,
Sadly,
Into the mirror,
Watching age sneak upon us
In the dark
We were younger once,
Thinner too
We belonged
To eachother
But you singed me
With your cigarettes
Burnt - I still maintained my innocence
Charred, but still delicious, you said
Vanity,
Is what makes your heart ache
You can comb your hair, straighten your curls
Alter your appearance
But that won't change
The formation of your heart
Your heart
Is a thicket
Condensed
Seemingly impenetrable
But I will break through
I will get scratched, no doubt
As I prune away
To reach your center
To till the fertile soil,
Hidden underneath the brush
But I will nurture you
Until Spring
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