hidden in the shadows
cast by a dark moon
are the empty hearts
of lovers
who trusted
that words spoken
in moments of passion
were words
of truth
but in truth
were but
shadow puppets
of the truth
an ancient form
of storytelling
an entertainment
for one
an opaque scene
of dreams desired
illuminated with lies
to create the illusion
of moving towards
love eternal
a believer’s
traditional fairy tale
a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one
this might be my favourite poem of yours in awhile. It capture the lies we peddle as truths in love, and lust. Stellar effort!
Ah, disillusionment’s a terrible thing…
I love this image of the shadow puppet–the dark side of reflection! Beautifully evocative, Charles!
“…an opaque scene
of dreams desired
illuminated with lies…”
Very deep…enjoyed reading this great poem.
Love the photo and poem. They work so well together.
this made me so sad…and even more because it’s far too often the truth..
very true. thats what love is (mostly).
yep, love’s a form of insanity. Cool image!
“a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one”
loved iT
I don’t think its about the lies we peddle. It perfectly captures the lover’s double anxiety. Am I deluding myself (ie; do I love the person or the idea) and this same anxiety projected into the mind of the beloved. Simply, here is that anxiety at it’s height where it is taken as a truth.
Either way,
“a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one”
is an incredible way to close a poem.
Was it ever truth? Could it have been true even for a moment? How long is acceptable when not forever?
It’s all a fariy tale 😉
‘a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one’
awesome ending!
breathtakingly horribly accurate 😦
Haunting. Heartbreaking. Truth.