Prelude (Reposted)


If love to living lends the flavour
You would be tasteless not to share
This cup where two as one may savour
The mystery beyond compare

The seasoned year time’s greed devours
As sweet with bitter intertwines
But love works sorcery with the hours
Like the fermenting of rare wines

Yet love’s no splendour quite so splendid
Nor seems to promise quite so much
As when its flavour hangs suspended
Between a suspicion and a touch

About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on March 6, 2016, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Interesting experiences that led to writing this, I’d imagine …

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    • I trust you have similar memories? 🙂 It was written back in 1980.


      • I would say yes, back in my ’30’s, which would put me in the ’80’s as well. SO glad I am no longer in that twisted state of anxiety – ugh. When certain people say, ‘Oh, I’d give anything to be 18, 20, 30 … again,’ I think, ‘You must be brain-dead.’ I wouldn’t go back to yesterday, nevermind those painful lessons of youth. Cheers, BN!

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      • I have no *longing* to relive my life at all, although I certainly wouldn’t mind having all the good bits (of which there were many) again. 🙂 And I’d also like to have some scenes and situations over again so that I could act in a wiser and/or kinder way second time round.


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