Love, by Mary Wallace

20/3/2022

WINNER, SIDERIUS MEMORIAL PRIZE

He's waving
His eyes seek me out as I stand concealed in the crowd
My leaving would destroy him
My freedom would bring him pain

My guilt calls for a decision
Can I live without passion
Trade feverish illicit encounters for this love which feels more friendship
Is there a hierarchy of love

I see devotion in those searching eyes
I cannot cause his pain
I step from the shadows and I wave

Krystyna

20/3/2022 11:40:44 am

Exquisitely said, Mary. Beautiful!

Doug

20/3/2022 07:15:29 pm

A wonderfully written story. Thank you Mary.

Sandra James

21/3/2022 03:10:54 am

Lovely, Mary!

Sue Clayton

21/3/2022 06:16:15 am

Accepting devotion before giving in to passion. A selfless decision not to inflict pain. Wish we could all be as kind, Mary.

Peggy Gerber

22/3/2022 01:47:17 pm

Perhaps her passion will be reignited. We can hope.

Jim Bartlett link

25/3/2022 05:07:04 pm

This has a lyrical rhythm to it that could easily be a sad blues song.
Nicely done
Jim

Candace Arthuria Williams

26/3/2022 03:54:54 pm

Yeah, Jim. Pretty bluesy. Brings to mind a poem I once read. "I got a love for Angela. I love Carlotta too. I no can marry bot' of dem. So what I gonna do?" (No offense meant. I hope none is taken. Just smile.)

Jim Bartlett link

3/4/2022 12:56:56 am

Love it, Candace. (How could any offense be taken? Don't ask, right?)
Smile indeed
Jim

Jim Bartlett link

3/4/2022 12:57:34 am

Congrats, Mary! Well deserved.
Jim

Padmini

3/4/2022 09:07:56 pm

Congrats, Mary. Glad to see your soulful poem emerging the winner.

Dee Lorraine

22/4/2022 06:27:41 pm

Congratulations, Mary. I agree with Jim about the bluesy feel.

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