Hollow Love

              Hollow Love

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 

I tried to send to you a prophet’s note,
“My soul is far away.” Your heart is far
More distant from my love; in fact afloat
Upon an exoplanet’s sea of haar.
I tried to send to you a seer’s song,
A melody with foreign words but you
Allowed that ambiguities belong
In love, more spider’s web than glue.
I sought to send you sonnets’ sunrise shore.
You slept in beds so late and far away
The dayspring failed to reach you. You abhor
What I can give. My heart was only prey.

  Agape love? I have Pacific doubts.

    You offer only whines, and nerves, and pouts.

Phillip Whidden