By Noel A. Ihebuzor
Remember,
When we signed and swore
to soar,
for better, for worse,
the moons have now since faded, dimmed
stars twinkle less bright,
on a sky blanketed by our mutual misery
our nights now filled by this burgeoning void
that is us
the flames died slowly,
smoke filled our empty eyes, red blank
our tongues broken, wooden
our ears drowned by the din of our inner voices
And us two in tow,
now sour and bitter
bride and groom no more
rather through your assured lenses –
pride and groom,
through my lenses, clean and clear –
bride and gloom
We now dance to blame songs
two souls in discord
dancing to drumbeats of doom, singing
“your fault not mine, my love, your lust;
My trust, your rust; my care, your tear”
we sing so well, nourished
by a slow low constant flame of pain
our emotions lame and crippled,
bitterness slowly freezing
frying our insides, as enlarging cold rage
fractures our world and hardens
borders and boundaries
We match and trade barbs of mutual hurt
And we march forward backwards,
bent and bitten,
weary and wary
on a broken road,
saddled, burdened
with loads and worries
not love, on our broken battered shoulders
and souls
Reflections 
we did the wrong way
now i see what eros hide
i smell eros and hate it
i shudder at the touch of it
i hate the wispers of eros
maybe if philia came first
she does not weary easily
she grows
she glows
today whats weighing us down
would be aggape
our true love
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Patricia, this is beautiful. You must publish this lovely poem.
Just one suggestion – consider changing the lines of the third stanza thus
today what would have anchored us, sheltered us, in our many storms of discord
would have been agape
the rock of true love
Agape thus do not weigh down, you see! It frees and liberates genuine love.
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thank you sir
i shall do that.
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still waiting for your blog to come up. Try wordpress. It is so easy to set up. Hurry up, Patricia.
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Ah, Noel. Such a sad, sad poem. Blame is hard music to dance to, and love grown that sour has nothing to sustain us.
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You say it so well, Susan. Sad thing is that when things go sour, people persist in multiplying sadness, in spreading further hurt instead of distancing with decorum and restraint.
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Well said there yourself, DP.
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asante sana, my poet, inspirer and duet partner!
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Hi Noel, U really are a good poet with just one flaw, YOUR PUNCTUATIONS. Please handle this aspect of your poetry so your works can be masterpieces. Good work man!
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Thanks, Uche. I will certainly work on that weakness.
Your comment is strongly appreciated.
Noel
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