Lost

Lost

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

When life simply frustrates.

"

Lost

You are the flame,

I am the moth,

as your light       

pulls me

into you.

You are my

magnetic parallel

but I am drawn to you,

not repelled.

I descend,

dragged into your gravity,

I have no choice

but to fall to earth.

But there

you trample the soil

as if I am a weed

to be crushed

beneath your healing.

And yet I yearn,

I long for the heat

of your soft, warm breasts.

 

14/06/17

© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen


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without pain how would we know pleasure.. without need how would we learn to appreciate and savor...how would you know it is cold, without having felt the warmth from the heat...both sides of the magnet play their part and both sides enjoy it and hate it.. funny how that works. think we are all somewhat lost in this conundrum.

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

I get your point April and agree. Many thanks.
Its a sad ending for the moth. Yet what makes it sadder is that the flame goes on burning, uncaring, unfeeling. Beautifully conveyed John..

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

indeed it does. Many thanks Divya.
Life does frustrate, and torture. This was very beautiful and eloquent, the ending caught me in the throat, that's for sure. Love it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

Thanks TBL
I liked the different ways attraction was expressed--moth to flame, falling in gravity, and even laws of physics on its head with parallel magnets attracting. But alas, unrequited love.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Critique: (beneath your heal.) heel - The word "heal" doesn’t fit this context.

Review: Always fun to read how others interpret the many facets of the most complicated thing in life, human relationships. I personally am not a fan of the sentence structure where you break a sentence into multiple short lines. That said, I enjoyed reading it, I to have felt like my feelings were trampled on as if I were a weed. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

On reflection I think I am in danger of trying to be too clever then lol!
Bear

8 Years Ago

Healing works and now I interrupt it as you intended, nicely done :~)
John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

Thank you Bear. Tis good to be made to give a second thought.
Romantic and loving! Wonderful metaphors in this one, John. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

Thank you Lydi
This is an amazing poem and I could not imagine a better metaphor to use than the moth and the flame. I really enjoyed reading it, I definitely could relate, and it's going into my favorites!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Fanicia E.

8 Years Ago

Fanicia. You're welcome!
John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

Oops, sorry my eyes told me one thing.................
Fanicia E.

8 Years Ago

It's fine lol
we are often just like the moths...drawn to the light...compelled...no resistance, just natural instinct.

Posted 8 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

8 Years Ago

Victim of love Jacob. Many thanks.

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..