Monday, March 01, 2010
Poetry - In Response to that old Romantic Keats
Pulsar
This love I give is not a bright star;
more a dull and throbbing pulsar.
Never mistake it for a Romantic love,
blazing in crystal celestial skies;
not flaring majestically in golden hues
raising you closer to heaven’s blues.
Never searing the wings of lovers’ wishes
or illuminating courtly poets’ sonnets.
Instead it’s just a forty watt love,
but everlasting, all the same.
Wish upon that distant point of light:
It will never go out for you;
dependably lighting your path
through all the years we are together.
To Christina, 2010.
