The End of Love: Yes, I Am at It Again Today!

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The End of Love Created by Microsoft Copilot. Prompt by Michael B. Thomas

Yes, here I am at the blog again today. Kellie is still working her magic marking up the proof copy of Moe Stanley Is Dead? so I have no writing to do as far as fiction. Therefore I am revising and revising and revising poems. Yes, that is a lot of revising. The following sonnet took me most of yesterday and this morning, and I still don't love it. I love the picture that Copilot created for me to set the mood of the poem. It is funny that, in my mind, the man in the poem was leaving, but Copilot, using the poem as its context, decided to show the woman walking away. Anyway, the poem after this one is fairly short as well. I will probably work on it this afternoon.

As always, ENJOY!

The End of Love

(A Just Song)

Just stop! We should not quarrel anymore.

Please stay if you wish, but I will move on.

We both may love just the same as before,

But you will be here, and I will be gone.

Just admit we were lulled by Love’s fragrance,

A soothing scent that set our thoughts aswoon,

But the stench of discord gives us no chance

To settle our rank differences real soon.

I do not argue, but why did we think

That our hearts could float side by side

When each crashing wave caused passion to sink

And to be swept away in the ebb tide?

Our lust may help sustain us when we drown.

I just don’t need you near when I go down.

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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

Michael Thomas Thoughts on Poetry, Short Stories, Essays, and Ramblings-It's All Here in...

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas