In Love With Fantasies

For their love was spent but on fantasies,
In vain they searched, and in vain they waited
Yet on love they blamed their own fallacies

They waited for love to ripen with age
And for ages waited on love unfated,
For their love was spent but on fantasies

The untrodden aisle, the unturned page,
The romance remained unconsummated
Yet on love they blamed their own fallacies

They searched for love via the dreamiest gauge
And gauged their search by which dreams created,
For their love was spent but on fantasies

With pinches of salt, with peppery rage,
The nectared zeal soured, bittered, hated
Yet on love they blamed their own fallacies

Thus in love they braced for the fated stage,
The bitter end of ends, most unsated
For their love, which’s spent but on fantasies,
Yet on love they blamed their own fallacies

 

Colin Lee

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In an era overrun by self-expressions, when, behind the wooing for click rates and wows, every soul but our own is divorced from our participation of arts and culture, blame of the great disconnect is too often laid on anything but ourselves – the lovers who’ve fallen in love with no one but our own fantasies.

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30 thoughts on “In Love With Fantasies

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    1. Thank you, there, though I should claim no credit for the pattern, which is the virtue of the good, old villanelle form, whereby the otherwise naggy repetitions are braided into rondos of melodies. 😉

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  1. There’s a great circularity here, compressing the wounded wonder of fallacious love — curbed from acting, enacting in fantasy: It’s like a starveling at a feast. Nicely threaded and thrummed.

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    1. Thank you, sir. Appreciate your thought, and so very true. This poem was penned as a reminder to self: to ensure my passion is well directed and not as self-consuming as a dog that chases its own tail.

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    1. Thanks, Frank. So many of life’s disappointments stem from matching reality against expectations … though on the other hand that may also contribute to some surprises for a pessimist who’s constantly dreading for the worst. Hm. Maybe we can have the villanelle for one of the MTBs? Just a thought.

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      1. It’s a good idea. It has been over two years since we did the villanelle. I have a proposal for next week’s MTB being ottava rima, but I’ll propose the villanelle for the one I host after that, about a month from now.

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      2. That would be my honour, Frank. The first time my wee 3-month-old blog to be linked! Thank you! By the way, Jane Dougherty’s got a handful of beautiful villanelles back in March and April. I must say she was an inspiration for my own attempt. If you haven’t done so, I think you should check them out too. 🙂

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      3. I may have seen Jane Dougherty’s villanelles. I will see if I can find them. She writes well-crafted metrical poetry. I suggested some of her ottava rima poems as an example for others to follow last month.

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