New Occidental Poetry

Lover's Lament

The women I’ve loved
Like paintings placed on my walls
Each a work of art

These portraits fastened
Nailed up hard and fast with bolts
Flung by heart’s bent bow

With beautiful frames
Crafted with time and intent
By parents with hope

Brush strokes laid even
Thick and wide, or stretched thinly,
As need may require

No one single style
Each alternating in turn
Myriad genre

A hallway of grace
A parlor filled with beauty
Desire’s testament

A collector’s pride
Hung with reckless abandon
So all may admire

- Frederick Algernon