The Man who
loved too many but
loved no one at all,
left the window open
for roses and
dry grass surrounding
the ornamental sacrifice
of blades of life,
the man who
loved too many
suggestions of
betrayal over
diamonds typed to
a rope of candles
hanging over the
memories of loved,
love and then there
was death, his
room-mate
soul- mate
fate of the affectionate
submissions of women
wanting to mend and love,
but sitting he loved so many
but loved no one at all.
Art Credit
Léon Bonvin – Rose and Grasses – Wikimedia Public Domain
Great use of repetition in this poem..Repeating the title multiple times serves this poem quite well. This poem has heart, soul, hands and teeth- It kisses you, hugs, you grabs you and bites you. I follow Miss Cochrane’s work and this is one of my favorites. I find this poem to be brave, thrilling and intriguing and just is much is unsaid as is said. Melinda does not get her lines from television or newspapers but from real life experience. Her career in writing will only get larger. Enough said.
thank you so much