this whole business of longing,
my mind and I disagree,
the theatrics of darkness,
hysterics of a parallel eternity,
the waxy sadness of being,
longing is purgatory
between what was and
what cannot be,
no, never mind its shroud, its soulful rhapsody,
don’t, just don’t
call it love;
here and now,
this moment of belonging,
held close by a word, a glance,
the cold edge of a dagger,
time hanging from a trapeze,
a dewdrop between earth and sun,
measure it if you can,
whisper it if you can,
call it by its name,
it wont mind, call it loudly, free its arms,
call it love.
Nice job.
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Thank you Sean.
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OH….WONDERFULLY SAID~ Especially the trapeze line! ๐ Yes — the longing for the past or the living in the past is a blinder to the now. You’ve worded it very well here — the present, as in gift, of the present.
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Thanks Lillian.
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I love when you say don’t call it love. I mean I like it a lot. I mean it’s good. You know what I mean,
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I do. Thank you ๐
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That second line really makes those that follow so powerful..right up to the glorious last line that can be seen in two ways.
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Thanks Hamish, that poem was an impulsive write… glad you liked it!
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Is it love…or not?! I like how you answered the question…love wins!
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Thank you Lynn.
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We think that love should be simple and hold all the answers to our happiness and longing…usually not so simple at all. Great poem…I love your work!
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Thanks so much, you are too kind.
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So simple name for such complexity… yes I do love the metaphor.
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Thanks Bjorn… guess it is either incredibly simple or incredibly complex…hard to know which ๐
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And we’re better off not knowing which is which! Well written!
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Thanks Walter.
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I specially love this part:
time hanging from a trapeze,
a dewdrop between earth and sun,
A lovely share to read this morning~
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Thank you Grace ๐
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So well crafted and I love ‘time hanging from a trapeze, a dewdrop between earth and sun’.
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Thanks so much ๐
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A tough subject beautifully put.
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Thank you.
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years ago if you asked me if i had ever been in love…
i would have said yes.
but how little i did know!
This is good work. Longing always hits me hard, thank you for shining your light on it.
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Thanks so much for stopping by. Glad you liked it.
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Oh, the angst of love. There is something about its early, uncertain stages that can produce hysterics.
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Thanks Victoria.
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Loved the line “time hanging from a trapeze.” Back and forth is the way it goes
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Thanks so much.
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The constant tug of war caused by that thing called love.
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Thanks for stopping by Brian.
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Once again, you’ve caught me in your fragile web of words, I enter, thinking the trap is harmless, only to find that as my mind becomes further entangled with the depths of your poetry, my soul cannot escape the longing for more.
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That’s very kind Tio, thanks so much. Glad you liked this poem.
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a lot of feelings in your words – such a quandary. – what is and what can never be.
Great lines:
“my mind and I disagree,
the theatrics of darkness,”
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Thanks so much Laura ๐
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