Song Of Rewind

Photo: The War Of The Roses ~ Film 1989

What fool loves when pain
is the sacrifice for affection?

There is no bravery or armor
to withstand the battle once
the heart becomes blind to its enemy.
It faces a thousand arrows aimed
at vulnerability with open arms.

Forever invades vocabulary
in promises spilled from lips
unconditioned to bear the weight
of sustained reassurances.  

Love is a battlefield where no one wins the war.
Sadly the starry eyed weaponry of infatuation
leaves ears deaf to the song of rewind,
History Repeats Itself.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Kerry says ~ Is Love A Tender Thing?


Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Oh yes! This is telling it like it is.
February 13, 2015 at 12:23 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"ears deaf to the song of rewind". Fantastic writing, Susie. You are on fire!
February 13, 2015 at 12:24 PM
Jazzbumpa said…
ah - but love
and infatuation
not the same thing

well done

cheers
jzb
February 13, 2015 at 1:13 PM
Hannah said…
Unfortunate truth. Spilled masterfully.
February 13, 2015 at 1:19 PM
hedgewitch said…
That is a very under-rated movie, Susie, and one that made a great impression on me at the time. Your poem hits the nail on the head, and captures that mood it had of when love stops bearing any real resemblance to the meaning of the word, and becomes a cruel insanity, a struggle to "win."
February 13, 2015 at 3:10 PM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
Yup! sad--but oh my! Love love your last stanza
February 13, 2015 at 3:44 PM
Outlawyer said…
This repeat and rewind--agh--very strong voice though taking myself to a lighter place, I thought of I'm going to wash that man right out of my hair! (And not rinse and repeat--though so many do!) Thanks, Susie. K. (Manicddaily)
February 13, 2015 at 9:09 PM
Susan said…
Perfect poem/movie match, with a truth much stronger than the fictional world. I have been this fool but once. Once was enough.
February 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM
brudberg said…
The weaponry of love is oft much more deadly, but still we gladly march into that war, again and again,
February 14, 2015 at 12:55 AM
Camilla said…
Now that I've read all these poems about love being painful, I'm ready for a sweet one!

Forever invades vocabulary

I really like that line. This is all so true. But so are the sweet things. I saw on a movie last night a conversation about how there are some things you just shouldn't ever talk about because you can't adequately capture their essences or truths. Music and love were on the list.
February 14, 2015 at 9:04 AM
Mark Kerstetter said…
Great third stanza. As far as I'm concerned, wedding vows with terms like "forever" doom those who honestly think that a relationship--and love itself-- won't change over time.
February 14, 2015 at 6:45 PM
Margaret said…
Ah, when love become more thorny than fragrant… I remember liking that movie a lot! I'll have to look it up again.
February 15, 2015 at 12:31 PM
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