The Event

His proposal almost drove me to sleep.
I hear his flat words barely reaching the walls.
Already, I sense that your brain is turning;
I see the smile melting from your face.
Did he say that “I do” with conviction?
I never heard such meaning so monotone.
There are not many choices, but he’s so mean.
When you first met him, what exactly did you see?
There was nothing that stood out,
He was only handsome, but his looks didn’t run so deep.
Maybe you did see his ugliness underneath;
No one could overlook the hideous inner face of him.
I wonder why you allowed him to your heart
When he threatened to ruin it.
You’d run away from him now, but you are over taken.
Front and center, he moves in for an embrace
That you cannot return with your heart fully.
It’s heartbreaking, what's causing your breath to shorten?
It is him, the cause of pain.
His proposal was shameful because it wasn’t love.
You accepted, but out of desperation.
This event almost drives me to sadness.
The words and actions are being said and done,
But they have no overall meaning.

by Achim Wollscheid

Comments (8)

the heart rising in its estate of peace as a boat rises with the rising of the water; - - - that is an effective metaphor for this long discussion of marriage and other alliances and unions
An institution or an enterprise? Maybe marriage is a game, as Moore plays with us here discussing various perspectives on the topic. I love the idea of thinking about what would marriage mean to Adam and Eve. Marriage is a social contract bearing on two individuals in their most personal relationship. What could it possible mean to two individuals outside of society? Moore walks around and around her subject pulling at various threads to see what will be revealed to us. Some aspects are positive but not all are as she circles the whole and then each of the individuals. Marriage is a complex arrangement and Moore comes to no definitive conclusions. It's an open-ended discussion, shining light on an integral part of our society as humans. Like a cubist paintings she attempts to show all sides at once and by doing so allows us to see the subject, not intentionally distorted, no that's not the intent, but laid out before us in a fresh way that we can appreciate both the beauty and the repugnance of something we've become overly familiar with and blindly accepting of. What you take away is solely up to you, but Moore's perspicaciousness and meticulous technique infuse the piece with a hard, multifaceted gem-like brilliance.
The strange experience of beauty! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Below the incandescent stars below the incandescent fruit, the strange experience of beauty; its existence is too much; it tears one to pieces and each fresh wave of consciousness is poison. Beautiful poem. Thanks for the sharing. 10+++ for it.
Nice one. Thanks for sharing.
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