Oh Little Prince,
Tiny Chimney Sweep,
How wrong you were,
So wrong to say that all that matters
is of the heart.
Isolated and alone in your starry kingdom,
You could not have imagined
ambition, provision, stability, action.
What is essential is more than invisible.
More than caring.
It needs to be seen with the eye,
for it is otherwise insubstantial.
Who am I to tame anything?
I wrote your words down in a yellow note pad
and in my soul.
You spoke only of the heart, heart, heart.
I was foolish to believe you
But it felt so admirable.
How could you have known?
Isn't it apparent that love is not enough?
Too late, Little Prince.
I will spend the rest of my life forgetting you.
It's so easy to love a flower,
you bastard,
when she can't walk away and break your heart.
11.14.2007
How wrong you were,
So wrong to say that all that matters
is of the heart.
Isolated and alone in your starry kingdom,
You could not have imagined
ambition, provision, stability, action.
What is essential is more than invisible.
More than caring.
It needs to be seen with the eye,
for it is otherwise insubstantial.
Who am I to tame anything?
I wrote your words down in a yellow note pad
and in my soul.
You spoke only of the heart, heart, heart.
I was foolish to believe you
But it felt so admirable.
How could you have known?
Isn't it apparent that love is not enough?
Too late, Little Prince.
I will spend the rest of my life forgetting you.
It's so easy to love a flower,
you bastard,
when she can't walk away and break your heart.
11.14.2007
if you do not, however, care for your flower... it wilts away and dies.
ReplyDeleteAn insight one does not sometimes see in the midst of the heartache, or in the inspiration of the poem, but which is nonetheless clear in the aftermath. Maybe I'll write an addendum poem someday.
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