in his wake, those commitment’s faked
as rhinestone diamonds fade
to treasured tears and memories
promises as true as ice are melting nice
for another lady’s burning eyes
when his heart of icicles says “yes”
for yet another conquest done
striations on his scorecard carved
and blood-trails of divorce his quest
he sighs, knowing very well
that his destiny’s an unmarked grave
with anonymous chrysanthemums
his legacy: a faithless man
In Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Linked to Real Toads where Marion wants us to poetry inspired by Tara Nevins of Donna the Buffalo and the song “I see how you are”, I tried to capture that unfaithful man, going from conquest to conquest.
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October 10, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
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He gets what he deserves – “his destiny’s an unmarked grave”
I like your song 🙂
All-time awesomeness!
the opening stanza is stunning…live the rhinestone diamond tears image. I shouldn’t feel sad for him there at the end…he made his own bed (sorry wrote that before I heard it and now can’t help myself but leave the poor pun)…
Just a detail i’d change in second stanza, second line to “yet another conquest done” – keep “faithless” in final line of his sad legacy. Definitely an icicle-heart!
What an excellent suggestion 🙂 indeed a lot better.
Bjorn, Well written. 🙂 — Susan
ugh yeah… he would better stick to his promises…it will be a lonely harvest he is reaping…
Beautiful Bjorn
When will those bad boys ever learn … that’s the point, isn’t it? They won’t or can’t. The fate of “anonymous chrysanthemums.” Nice.
Shared this on my FB. Great truths in this on. An early psyche reality check of possibilities. What was the 2nd line in the 2nd verse originally?
not sure why this simple line really strikes me, but it does:
“promises as true as ice are melting nice”
true as ice? interesting.
A faithless man with a heart of ice should be at home in an unmarked grave.
Interesting how many of us interpreted the lyrics as describing a cheating man… she never actually says (even indirectly) that’s the specific problem. I took it differently, as describing a person with potential to do anything but never gets started.
You captured it well .. I can almost see the notches on his belt.
I specially admire the second stanza, Bjorn:
when his heart of icicles says “yes”
for yet another conquest done
striations on his scorecard carved
and blood-trails of divorce his quest
I don’t think the faithless man will even get anything on his grave ~
Grace
quite sad…the fatherless man….probably has a bit to do with how we turned up…not having one there to guide the way….
Your analogies and metaphors are just superb … and the sad truth is spoken.
Wonderfully written. He is not a nice man at all…
“promises as true as ice are melting nice” – wonderfully droll, Seussian wordsmithing here. So appropriate: serial cheaters are really rascally children in grown bodies.