Last Chance At Love
LAST CHANCE AT LOVE
Winter sun startles ambitious songbirds,
Though their intent is sweet to see--
Bold trills freeze in their extended throats
A yesterday ago there fled a handsome thoughtless lover
Who left behind nothing but tears and broken brown debris
Frost was that deserter’s clever ally, effortlessly he bit
Tender Hands that tug love back
“Hopeless”—sizzled in a tunnel of ice
In white whispers:
“This is your last love”—
The epithet engraved in a tunnel of ice
a staggering truth that shreds the fragile heart
that fragile heart
once stalwart, now wounded past repair
but spring will come
it cannot be wished away by frosty breath
or raging tears
Brilliant blossoms of feathers tickle amusement
into the stodgiest wounded soul
Wayward orchard fragrances in dalliance entice the
Laggard heart—a bit of hope
but uncertain of the fortitude to breathe
Even the bleakest of hearts aches to be lilac and spring-whole
How much delight can be salvaged?
for a heart so oft wounded in despair?
How much sorrow spent can be cleverly disposed--
Granting a prayerful battered dreamer
A tiny whiff of just one more love affair?
1/25/2013 © Victoria Anderson-Throop
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