Clem

Mar 26, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

A Second Kind Of Love

(Grieving A Lost Son)

There is a first kind of loving,

Full of joy,

And bright tomorrows,

Promises upon promises,

A future full,

Of new intimacies,

Anticipating what will be.

But sometimes when this love is,

At its deepest,

You cry at the thought,

Of its absence,

For love that is come,

Can only go.

There is a second kind of loving,

Full of tears,

Empty tomorrows,

Memories upon memories,

A future full,

Of new could have beens,

Yearning for what was.

But sometimes when this love is,

At its deepest,

You rejoice at the thought,

Of its return,

For love that is gone,

Can only come again.

So why, I ask you friend,

Does my second kind of love,

Seem so perverse,

Those who've only known

The first?

— Clem, Mar 26, 2010

Critiques

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

I personally don’t believe

I personally don't believe that you can replace that first love in quite the same way CLeM. When you lose someone, or a life that's precious to you, it can make you feel guilty when you do find another love to fill a small part of the hole inside of you. Even though it's not the same love you lost, it can be just as fulfilling. This is a great write and delves deep into what we feel, but letting go doesn't mean giving up...just moving on. Rosina xena465

Silent_Rain

16 years 2 months ago

...

This is a great poem!! I kinda needed to read this, to know that the second kind of love will be felt, along with the first... I like the 1st and 2nd stanza's the best, I like the way they contredicked each other... sorry if I spelled that wrong:) ~Rain~

Mark

16 years 2 months ago

yes, it is written

It is written that one can never replace that love but rather go about trying to find the next best thing. This is an important write Clem. I don't think that feeling is unusual as Rosina mentioned either. Not a thing to say about your writng ^5 Mark Resilient Flexibility

Harvey

16 years 2 months ago

Beautifully Poignant

A beautifully written and poignant poem. I weep at few things but the thought of a lost child is one. There are few things as life destroying or as life changing.

Sinbadthesailorman

16 years 2 months ago

I like this Very Much CLeM

But I read Things into The Poem Others May Not!! For I have a Strong belief in the Second Coming Of the First! This Is why I enjoyed the read so. I am not sure what your intent was, But it struck in me a very religous Belief kind of way and in a single facet in what I believe and atest too! But yet, I do not Claim any one religion,or Sect. But am Consider By most a Christ Man. Which I do Claim to be. Lovely write depending on which way you wanted to steer this, If you wanted to steer it, you will have to claim one fashion or the other Or leave it and apease both, as it now does I thinks matey. Sinbad/Donnie But If you wanted To hone it futher still. there are Some , are Many Here that can Help! Both Religous minded and Non religous minded. It walks a fine line or a razor's egde now and If this was intended Great Job!

Bonitaj

16 years 2 months ago

Gee CLeM

I don't think I can use enough superlatives to quatify the essence of this poem. I have read it on a totally different level to a number of other interpretations - which to me defines a really good poem. It is all things to all people! I see it in a 'romantic' love setting, which sounds cliched, but it conjures up allof the loss and longing of that first "love object", the mother's love - which we then try to re-create throughout life in our 'loving relationship' with that "special other". Hope I'm not waxing too esoterical on this one! Great write BOnita j PS. just one small technical detail. If you are making a comparison in your last rhetorical question you would have to use a disclaimer like "than" eg. "so perverse FROM or THAN" Hope that makes sense! BjR

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

my read of this was that the

my read of this was that the first love is in fact the second love but changing form with the loss beautiful poem Clem this one chokes me up love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

Clem

16 years 2 months ago

Lemon Pie Christian

I am so thankful for everyone’s input. Overwhelmed in a really good way. And I am most pleased by the differing takes on the meaning. Like Sinbad, I am a Christ man. I like that way of putting it. And the second kind of love that is coming again is to me a reunion in the future when I will see my son again. Sinbad also caught my walking on the razor’s edge and not committing myself clearly to that hope. That was my intention. I have always been shy about presenting my religious beliefs to others. Almost like I have been ashamed of the beliefs. But after many years of seeing Christ thrown at people like lemon meringue pies (Here try it, it tastes good.) I feel I have chosen the better way. I uploaded this poem thinking of Evie Haywood, wanting to join her on the mourners bench with all her sad poems.

Harvey

16 years 2 months ago

Love the “lemon meringue

Love the "lemon meringue pie" analogy! Also agree that you have chosen the better way. Religion is (or at least should be), in my opinion, a personal thing shared only with close friends and family.

magics02

16 years 2 months ago

Clem I understand you completely

You know my brother lost his son at the young age of 24 years old and we all still remember him and my brother who has 4 other children always talks about Jeremy. He was in the service and he was home on leave and bought a motorcycle, it was new and he was riding around a bend in North Carolina and a lady pulled out of her driveway and hit him. It was really bad and I still can see that beautiful face of his to this day. What a good young man he was gone in a second, if he had waiting a minute or two probably never would of happened. I thought of my brother hear when I read this poem and thought of you and your son also. Too many parents losing children these days and what heartache it leaves. I always tell my son I love him and worry also of him at the age of 17. He is also a very good boy and things happen for reasons we may never know. I believe in the apple in the sky too (you like lemons I like apples LOL) and it is good that you have your faith and beliefs in what you feel. Someday you will meet him again and it will be a happy reunion for both of you. It was said and it shall be done. One last thing never be ashamed of your beliefs as they are your's and your's alone and CHrist knows of it. God Bless You for who you are and I loved this poem, sad and all, it was a beautiful write Love, Magics02

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