High On Love

[miyako73]

Meth Love

The rose bouquet you gave me
lost a leaf, a branch, a petal.
Did you sit on it by accident
or drop it inside your car?
Did it wither in your hand
or was it your anxious thumb?
Where were you an hour ago
or two or three hours before that?
Were you parked by the alley
or by the ocean with someone?
Should I believe your smile,
your squint, your reddish eyes?
Why did you grind your teeth
and gnaw your bleeding tongue?
Was it love that you confessed
or a lie I should and must doubt?
I said no because of the white rose
pierced by the broken glass pipe.

[angliholic]

A nice and bitter love song at the same piece!
I like it all except the last line.
Why did you choose the shard of a glass pipe?
Is there a special purpose?

[miyako73]

I think I failed in this one.

I wrote it after watching "Intervention". The poem is about drug addiction and love affair.

I think the title should have been "Meth Love."

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's a vivid, bitter poem, accomplished with your usual grace and economy.

[angliholic]

I think I failed in this one.

I wrote it after watching "Intervention". The poem is about drug addiction and love affair.

I think the title should have been "Meth Love."

Thanks, miyako, for your explanation.

Now, I know why it's pierced by the shard of a glass pie!

[GEETASHREE]

Meth Love

The rose bouquet you gave me
lost a leaf, a branch, a petal.
Did you sit on it by accident
or drop it inside your car?
Did it wither in your hand
or was it your anxious thumb?
Where were you an hour ago
or two or three hours before that?
Were you parked by the alley
or by the ocean with someone?
Should I believe your smile,
your squint, your reddish eyes?
Why did you grind your teeth
and gnaw your bleeding tongue?
Was it love that you confessed
or a lie I should and must doubt?
I said no because of the white rose
pierced by the broken glass pipe.

Miyako, an extremely vivid portrayal of conflicting emotions of love and doubt. Very nice.

[hillwalker]

Miyako - yours was not the failure.

I read it as it was intended, a brave poem of a love lost to drug addiction. And the image of a bouquet supposedly a symbol of romance but transformed by a cheating partner's selfish act into the paraphernalia of his drug abuse is a stunning finale.

H

[Bar22do]

I follow your poetry as it unveils here, on the forum, its rhythms and depths, its art. This last is interestingly crafted, flowing as if innocently, while depicting a sad process and the N's lucid gaze at the subject's pathetic efforts to hide his/her truth... Concise and good, thanks a lot - Bar