Friday 14 December 2012

Love Disposition






Dispositioning love,
As intensity sweeps in,
Beyond subliminal thoughts,
Sudden justification,
Become a mere arsenal,
To a hostile sight.

Facing the pricked words,
Waiting for a svelte chance,
To prove to your innocence,
An unlikely turn,
Became your own fatality,
Stressful ignition,
Is just the beginning,
Of solemn submission.

Wayfaring away from discomfort,
The heart begins to trundle,
Wondering how it came to this,
Not knowing words are might,
Which could make us drift,
Out of sight.


A poem by Mervyn Mark

Tuesday 11 December 2012