LOVE LOST
by Joe Ogden

Lost Love

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GIVING UP LOVE

Today I had to give up the woman of my dreams
She rejected me for the third and the last time
Alien to me now
Can make any morale work for her
putting me in the wrong

Today I gave up the hope of a you and me
That according to you was never there
Well not until you said it were
Then you said, I give up too soon
Making me believe you'd stay, this time

Today I had to give up lying to myself
and hope that one day you can too but never will
Will I love another?
In realty I would love to
and that time with me meant…
well what?
More to me than you

Today I gave up my love
and sent it on to you.

FIRST LOVE

Along the leafy lane we walked together
Adventure picnic
By river stop
We talked of go-carts, kites and fanciful flights
of Jaffa Cakes and five-o-clock ants
Your smile so bright, cheeks of feather down
You pressed your hand in mine
"Oh... why did I leave you there?"
Never to return

Maybe she waits for me
By river bright with summer’s light
Please shine upon her face once more
Oh time don't be cruel
let me see my summer girl once more
How sweet memories of childhood come flooding back to me.

TIMES OF LIFE

The sun has gone
Replaced by the romantic moon
The day has gone
Replaced by the sweet night air
Our children have gone
Replaced by one another
Our lives have gone
And if we lived forever
we would see glass returned to sand
but never a lover's tear reach the sea

RACEME OF HER LOVE

Beauty dances in her genes
Beholds you gentle in her gaze
Hair contraire, absorbs the light
Her brightness shines
Smoothness of her skin
Soothes the pain within
Living in the moment
Leaving in a minute
Then wilful smile with roguish eye
Touch you like the first and the last time
Her love of humanity
His love of her

She returns to her world
Slowly he crashes back to earth
When this has gone?
Wish her well
Recall
The Raceme of her love

SPRING TO SUMMER LOVE

Dove spread-winged flies towards sun
spring love has begun
Last days of sweet clover
Summer love is over

But ZORVED

A young woman, an artist’s model falls deeply in love with the painter of her portrait, but he rejects her the same day the canvas is finished. In her sadness she puts on her best yellow dress and throws herself into the river Seine, which is in full flood and is swept away; her body was never found. The artist, he stands before the painting holding his brushes and pallet; her beauty forever preserved. The poem shows both his view and hers.

In the artist’s grip
Each movement precise
Taking a life to paint one canvas
Arched and used
Mixing up love with the blues and the paler yellows
Time knows this is the end

Stand here now
Look and see
The still wet surface.
Unseen layers mirror their existence
Water now washes away what remains
This was a life, not art.

THE COTTON NEEDLE

You thread your cotton through the eye of my needle
Stitching me into the fabric of your life
At first I seem to hurt you with every dip and pull into your frame.
Each loop making it harder for me to pull away.

Over time, ‘I’ the needle, begin to shine
Losing my roughness.
Together making a tapestry of life
A blanket for two, never to be unpicked
Or sew I thought.

When the end came,
You just snapped the cotton
And I lost the thread.
‘No longer in the frame.’

I watch you place the quilt around another
Rapping him up in the new fabric of your life
While alone, I, cold steel, lose my quick.

WHY YOU LEFT

When you’re alone in the world
You live with the emptiness of the universe
Fighting to keep any love shown
Holding on, beyond the time, it ceased to exist
Drawing out every last fragment
with such force and vehemence
your heart becomes a black hole
and love that’s shown is drawn into the void
crushed - under unimagined pressures
Like a terrestrial traveller caught beyond the event horizon
lovers fight to pull away to avoid ultimate overwhelming
that will kill anything they could have or would have been

You see I always knew why you left

A WIFE’S PLEA

Where is the man I loved before the war?
For him the war goes on.
Where is the man I loved before the war?
I feel so alone at night, with him.
Oh my love come home to me, the war is over.
I will fight for our love.
You the man I loved so much before that bloody war!

Cold November Night

Outside fires burn down the world
fireworks explode too close for comfort
We sit and eat the meal…too hot

Then we make love as her car burns
its smoke pours through the keyhole
We make love like two people
who know how to

I watch her breathing for most of an hour
the breath sharpens as she nears the flames
face of bliss
body rests

The fire trucks arrive
and dampen down the flames

We bath in hot water
washing off the smoke
and washing in the sin

You see your car
you call a cab
it rains outside
you dress
you leave

Never mind
and never mine
passing what remains

She waves goodbye
The rain puts out
the rest of the fire

RUTH@IT.COM...BY J E OGDEN...

…THE WORLD...TURNED...AND LOVE WAS LOST...IN THE…LIGHT OF DAY...SO…MANY TIMES SHE LOOKED TO FIND THE HOOK...THAT WOULD...STOP...HER WORLD FROM TURNING...SOMEWHERE DOWN...THE LINE A VOICE CALLS…OUT..."LOVE THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE"...BUT SHE WILL LOVE THEM...THEN LEAVE THEM...AND MISS THEM...AS TIME SLIPS AWAY.

Prologue poem to
LOST LOVE

Well then
I enjoyed her body while I was with her
and only an idiot would want
to be with someone who didn't want me

I can always find another lover
start the adventure over
well soon I will

She will team up with
some deadhead drunk
who will sell her dope
Then after two or three years
she'll see all men are bastards
Find some female TV heroine
that's gone though same thing
and think its real
Live by herself for a long long time

I will be told by an old friend
usually a women
That break-ups hurt the woman most
that women need to talk

I don't

Just make love that little bit longer…

Back

Dedicated to all the women,
who have ever played head games
with me before leaving.
Both in the far past to the most recent.

'You were a bloody good source of poetry and I had a half- decent time with most of you'