Romance is Dead (& Gone) [sonnet]

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Romance is dead. Therefore, long live true love!
When all worth saying has been said, I raise
my hat and bow my head, remove the glove
which romance uses well to mask love’s blaze.

Romance, I now pronounce you dead and gone.
You once amused me with your froth and dreams
when I was young and hung my hat upon
a plethora of June-Moon-Spoonly schemes.

Thus, now that it’s deceased, I must declare
romance (emotional masturbation)
is a slick impostor which can’t compare
with love (of which it’s a gross mutation).

For decades by its lies I was misled;
so now it’s good to know romance is dead!

 

© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2017

One thought on “Romance is Dead (& Gone) [sonnet]

    djsbzbee said:
    June 25, 2017 at 10:08 pm

    Beautiful poetry as always! There is so much to be said for simple wonder and deep love.

    Encouragement still flows from your words. 🙂

    Unfulfilled expectations are the haunt of every human being. Unresolvings seem to chip

    away at our sense of wholeness. Even so, I’m still not kin with the practical side of life.

    It just seems to make sense to not to let real love grow cold and stunted. So much more

    growth is still needed. The bristlecone pines in central eastern CA are supposed to be

    the oldest living things – they are mostly dead wood but are still showing fresh sprigs!

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