What’s Love Without Tragedy

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Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.



Anais Nin

Submitted: August 10, 2018

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What’s Love Without Tragedy

Melpomene Ancient Greek Muse; ‘to sing’ or ‘the one that is melodious’, initially the Muse of Chorus, she then became the Muse of Tragedy, for which she is best known now. She is often represented with a tragic mask and wearing the cothurnus, boots traditionally worn by tragic actors. Often, she also holds a knife or club in one hand and the tragic mask in the other.

 

Greek Mythology muse, Melpomene, holds lovers’ hearts in the palm of her hand

Asunder from the woman’s heart she dangles the man

The mask and knife, searches for lovers across the vast land

Slaying erected castles made of sand

 

To thy love a whisper in secrecy, discerning eyes must decide

You can’t run, I can’t hide

Souls encased in a time capsule continue to gently collide

Passion, felt to the heart so sweet

Mind thinning, days feels bleak

Against the wind take my hand

Console the music of my heart through this lonely dance

Given time to escape the vault of the mind

In life, such a sweet tragedy to find  

Greek Muse, Melpomene, stalks, eradicator of starlight dreams

Behind the mask of her false pretense is love, for what it may seem

Interference to feel of mortal man’s vibes, yet not mine

Destined to love not found of this time

Fate, Karma, Destiny, the invention of love tragedy designs

Declare louder the veracity to thy ears

Touch me softly once again as if you are near, right here

Showered mists of love, steams of longings, over and over again

If it’s a commandment to live without thy love, your existence, then God I’ve sinned

Wings to love, soar with such venomously felt passion

The toxin I need, is the love of thy heart, forevermore the will of its Bristol fashion

Kiss thy lips, sands of time has ran into reality of love rehashed

Has drifted to the past, yet has found an arrow’s tragedy insertion from the slip of Melpomene’s mask

I can’t hide, you can’t run

The stars and the moon, embrace our feelings, as given from the warmth of the Sun

I, Greek Muse, Melpomene know of love without its tragedy, its recourse, its needs

Thy love to will, placed Romeo and Juliet in a deep lover’s sleep

The love to wait, placed Snow White, awaiting the kiss

Therefore, enwrap your being, your breath binding to my lips

Dreamy eyes now open, floating through time, netted as a deterrence to lovers reminisce

Adoration needs to awake

Absence, the essence of needs, I unwaveringly await

Shine star, as you stumble into the light

No more penny for your thoughts, no more unwilling plights

Give me liberty or take my breath

Refusal of timeless love, a fortune worser than death

Rebirth of its fate as hushed feelings shift

Emotions to you with caution, blindly drift

The smooth wine of your Karma, Destined to take a sip, Fate given, as it touches my lips

I declare my arrow shot from above, thy kingdom has won

Pass the moon, the stars, and last, the smiling sun

Placing Melpomene, the Greek Muse of Tragedy, on hold unlit tomorrow, which unfortunately never comes


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