Love is, to a large extent, a calling
To the dawning of every coming day
To the twisting turning on the way
To the waking the aching and the dismay
That must hold you to its breast
To count the heartbeats there
Love is, in many ways, a surrender
Of selfishness to the moment
Of days to an ideal
Of thoughts that wander too close
to the edge of the day
Of the body’s new beginnings
Love is, in all instances, a dream
That pours you your next drink
That paints the skylight stars
That holds you to your word
In the wooden afternoon
And refuses to be woken
To the dawning of every coming day
To the twisting turning on the way
To the waking the aching and the dismay
That must hold you to its breast
To count the heartbeats there
Love is, in many ways, a surrender
Of selfishness to the moment
Of days to an ideal
Of thoughts that wander too close
to the edge of the day
Of the body’s new beginnings
Love is, in all instances, a dream
That pours you your next drink
That paints the skylight stars
That holds you to your word
In the wooden afternoon
And refuses to be woken
15 comments:
I've said it before...I'm a sucker for romantic poetry:)
pia: okay, not everyone then :)
I don't believe in love, at least as the populous refers to it.
But my desire is that someday, someway, I will stand corrected.
Fat Chance.
The image is more of an ethereal feeling — and you have answered some questions, here. -J
Love is the crucible that refines the soul and the heart is the receptor that pays the toll.
Sigh.
Really enjoyed these words-o-yorn.
oh, my.
this sings... and wails, and howls.
and sighs.
Jayne: I did? what were the questions?
Lobi: Nice one :)
Harlequin: ahoooooo!
dw: "I don't believe in love, at least as the populous refers to it" I get where you're coming from and if that is love then I don't believe in it either.
very intriguing, i like your work.
you have some great thoughts on love...very eloquently presented...nice...
and congrats on the goddess award
been aching these past few days... i think this poem made me re-evaluate things...
thank you for the post!
jj
Everyday: Hey thanks for the award!
Brian: figure the current idiom for love (from both sides of the gender gap) is a candy pink fantasy - the reality has more depth and more breadth.
JJRod'z: thanks for dropping by
You sure made it hard to hate this one. Long after the 'candy pink fantasy' pops like well-chewed bubble-gum, love is making dinner over a wood-fired oven.
Glad to have read this piece, gladder still to have discovered your writing.
Titanium: Strong metal welcome here :)
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