The Folly of Two
Two meager sparks—
Smoldering remains of a dying fire
Flickering and calling for the day to fade
Into the night
Two scapegraces—
Queasy from parapraxis
Feigning perfection amidst nicotine
And quarter life
Enacting a fusion of opposites
Right and wrong
Truth and lies
White and black
Fire and ice
They say love was our connecting bridge—
Hearts race, hands slitter
No, folly was.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Photography by Natalia Drepina
In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Bridge hosted by Lillian and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #137 by Yves and Photo Challenge #147 by Nekneeraj.
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DoodleScribbles 
January 11, 2017 at 8:07 am
Two meager sparks….smoldering remains.
Two star-crossed lovers, but here, one questions if it was really love at all….or folly.
Interesting tale within the post, questioning what the true bridge was between the two.
So glad you posted with us today!
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January 11, 2017 at 11:20 am
And thank you for the prompt, Lillian. You perfectly echoed my thoughts. Which of the two, love or folly, I am yet to find. 🙂
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January 11, 2017 at 10:09 am
Folly was…a revelation instead of a love bridging two people ~ A twist in the ending ~
Thanks for joining us ~ (Did you get my email lately?)
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January 11, 2017 at 11:23 am
Sometimes it could be a blend of both.. 🙂 P.S. I didn’t get your email for some reason but I emailed you at sometimesg@yahoo.com this morning.
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January 11, 2017 at 12:12 pm
I like this! I am particularly enamored of the word “scapegraces.” 🙂
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January 12, 2017 at 11:27 am
It’s a new word for me too. 🙂 Thank you, De!
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January 11, 2017 at 8:06 pm
Ah, its a constant inner struggle trying to decipher between “love and folly” I absolutely adore the tenderness of this poem!❤️
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January 12, 2017 at 11:31 am
Hard to do so when it’s a blend of the two. ~ Thank you, Sanaa. ❤
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January 12, 2017 at 12:35 am
There are so many conundrums in this excellent poem Maria it may take some time to work them out. But is that not the folly of love – never ending?
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January 12, 2017 at 11:46 am
I couldn’t agree more, D. It’s beautifully chaotic in it’s own way.
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January 12, 2017 at 12:40 am
Folly or maybe lust.. so many bridges burn in the end… love is hard to recognize at first.
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January 12, 2017 at 12:16 pm
Agreed. One of the many truths. Sigh.
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January 12, 2017 at 12:42 am
I sure didn’t expect that ending. I love it!
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January 12, 2017 at 12:31 pm
Glad to hear that, Rod. Thank you. 🙂
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January 12, 2017 at 3:32 am
It starts off sweet, ends up with a bitter aftertaste. Well done.
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January 12, 2017 at 12:31 pm
Thank you, Sarah ~ 🙂
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January 12, 2017 at 5:05 am
oh boy…love first…folly later?
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January 12, 2017 at 12:33 pm
Ha! Anything can happen. At times, it could also start from folly. 🙂
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January 12, 2017 at 10:42 pm
Indeed it can and does.
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January 12, 2017 at 6:48 am
This is poetically perfection! A love of mystery and bitter end. Love this incredible work by you. 🙂
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January 12, 2017 at 6:55 am
I so like this for a description, Two meager sparks—
something wonderfully contradictory about it – can a spark ever be meagre
a most poetic bridging
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January 12, 2017 at 7:43 am
What a poem!
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January 12, 2017 at 11:02 am
and i am awe-struck again dear. soooo captivating!
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January 13, 2017 at 3:21 pm
<3<3<3
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January 12, 2017 at 1:30 pm
Tender wrists makes
fair of folly and love
brave heART
withstands
both
With
LiVinG
SPiRit
RiSing
wiTh
a Song sTiLL..:)
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January 13, 2017 at 3:32 am
Beautiful poem Maria, suits the prompt picture well and leaves the reader with much to consider.
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January 13, 2017 at 6:19 pm
This picture makes me think of my marriage, which is how it inspired the piece that my friend Opal and I wrote. My marriage was based on folly, but at least the lifelong friendship that formed from it wasn’t a folly.
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