Monday, August 18, 2014

"How Love Is"



This is how love is…

One is misunderstood,
Another walks into the vast sparkle
Of a Van Gogh night.
Street lights illuminate
The city bridge and high-rise buildings,
A concrete map constructed
Of midnight black and chip-block.

Somewhere in a field beyond
The lonesome road, another stray soul
Roams the green fields,
A pale piece of ivory moving with the wind.
And beyond the pavement and
A crowd of trees, their leaves
Whispering softly in a warm breeze,
Roars a bitter sea,
It slides amongst the coast
And the darkened underwater coves
Like a blue silhouette of the finest ink.

And somewhere someone
I don’t know is speaking
Into the hollow neck of a tall glass,
Gazing out their window
Into the landscape of an alleyway.
But this does not matter.

What matters is
It is midnight,
And it has been a long time
Since I gathered the ocean in my hands,
Felt the wing-beats
Of pelicans and seagulls
Flash their quick breeze past me.

And somewhere far away
Center-piece in a square
Of yellow window-light
Someone is dancing alone.

Written for a prompt at Magpie Tales and shared at Toads open link.

18 comments:

  1. "...it has been a long time
    Since I gathered the ocean in my hands"

    These lines make want to know everything about the speaker.

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  2. So many lonely people just missing each other. This reads so beautifully.

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  3. this was a well developed piece taking me, the reader, into a soliloquy of wanting the attention of love.
    from painting the picture with soft gentle strokes of romantic place envisioned to one where i also wish to ...gather some of the ocean in my hands.

    very nice, gracias for sharing

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  4. This is how loneliness is... This is longing...

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  5. So eloquent, and rather moving...

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  6. Somehow I took the words Magpie Tales and imagined this was written from bird's the point of view - sitting somewhere taking in all the visuals you describe - from above. In this way I experienced how a tiny god might perceive the various ways humans experience love, and it was painfully beautiful.

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  7. an emotional write that had me surfing on every word.

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  8. YUM... And it has been a long time
    Since I gathered the ocean in my hands,
    Felt the wing-beats
    Of pelicans and seagulls...

    Great Mag. Love and Light, S

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  9. Beautiful, wistful....so rich with emotion

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  10. yes... been a long time. must do something about that.

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  11. Very vivid, profound and beautiful. Loved it. :)

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  12. For all retired mariners , life in the sandstone hospice built near the waters edge is tantalisingly painful and raw ....

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  13. Stacy this is lovely....thought provoking and touching.

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  14. A pale piece of ivory moving with the wind...oh that's lovely...always a treat Stacy...

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  15. 2nd stanza of this poem is my favorite!

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  16. What an incredible poem. You are so gifted. This part gave me chills: "What matters isIt is midnight,And it has been a long timeSince I gathered the ocean in my hands" ... And that last stanza. Oh, my.

    I wrote an Anne Sexton cento that you might enjoy. Come and take a gander, if you're ever in the mood:
    http://tripoidcormlets.blogspot.com/2014/09/silence-wearing-its-sneakers_3.html

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