Sometimes Love

but the dervish knocks on my window, again,
his eyes melting in a silver fire,
the dust of another world dark on the hem of his robe,
is he moon or muse or messenger tonight?
I see the three masks hanging on my wall,
sometimes their edges blur in the wind,
sometimes words swap places with silence,
sometimes faith with song,
sometimes love…
there is no perfection even in masquerade,
but we are safe as long as we are improbable,
happy as long as the night is cast into the emptiness,
am I lover or poet or believer now?
which face will complete his light now?
for we make do, we stack clouds, we concoct rhyme,
we dust dreams out of the ears of shadows,
we dress our ghosts in chains of stolen gold,
sometimes truth swaps places with the sky,
sometimes prayer with the continuum,
sometimes love…

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50 thoughts on “Sometimes Love

  1. sometimes their edges blur in the wind,
    sometimes words swap places with silence,
    sometimes faith with song,
    sometimes love…
    there is no perfection even in masquerade,

    Beautiful shot Thot! Love the thoughts around the above excerpts. One would have thought by masquerading one had thought of everything. But still it could be imperfect. Thoughtful take! You’re a natural!

    Hank

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  2. Sometimes I love the poems I read, enough to play with them a bit. So many really good lines here, I want to dig in and dance with them. Thank you for this wonderful piece of delightful imagery and questioning thought and feelings.

    Elizabeth

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  3. “we dust dreams out of the ears of shadows”
    I hope it is love! I love that love is possible in the continuum, in truth, in sky, in and out of time. I enjoy the non-fixedness of the dervish, the masks, and the narrator: “we are safe as long as we are improbable . . . ” “We are such stuff as dreams are made of” from my favorite Shakespeare play “The Tempest”–to capture this in a poem!

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  4. we dust dreams out of the ears of shadows,
    we dress our ghosts in chains of stolen gold,
    sometimes truth swaps places with the sky,
    sometimes prayer with the continuum,
    sometimes love…

    Beautiful!! ❀️

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  5. Wow! I couldn’t stop reading from the first word to the last. I did go back to mull over this delightful Thot “but we are safe as long as we are improbable,” Kudos. πŸ™‚

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