If I had never loved and felt that nauseous pang

Nor wanted, nor desired, nor rung my heart with its devotion

Or followed blindly, desperate only to convince 

of loves sincerity, of loves virginity, of loves authenticity

If I had never caught myself, lost in reverie

my mind slaved and blurred by loves insanity

my head shaved and burned of all its mediocrity

Or tumbled, humbled, stumbled mercilessly

wearing only the tattered vestment of star-crossed youth,

the branded sign of passions passage

which is a heap of burnt-eared corn,

a bloated starfish, an abandoned mine

If I had cared less or thrown daisies from a speeding car window

then today I would float unhappily toward that thunderous, fascinating weir,

Not hold a pocket full of yellow, paper confetti

Nor smell a warm kiss or the fragrance from an open window



About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
This entry was posted in edenbray pomes and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to IF I HAD NEVER LOVED …

  1. jessicaphiri says:

    oh so pretty and what a nice tribute to the love of your life……….love. what a fractured ocean wave breaks predetermined on the soul..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.