Ode To You
I thought of you as the babbling brook
Glinted light from a weary sun
And September held on futilely to any
Remnant of the summer, the way I hold
On to what it may be like to see your
Face in close-quartered tea room light.
I thought of you and wrote this as an
Offering the way the beats have always
Done and struggled with it until there
Was no longer any sun.
I thought of you and hopscotched from
Despair and looked up to the sky and
Breathed in all the air.
And weaved within the cricket’s prayer
Is silence inside of quiet when nothing
Else is there.
You bring out the Neruda in me
But I’m sure you’re already aware
Of this.
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I’m right there with you brother. The twin flame love.
Thank you Brianna.
Yes, love really hurts, but to quote Tennyson:
‘Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” I think once you stop looking for love, it will find you. Until then, stay strong.
I don’t get it Marilyn. It’s a poem, it’s not a want ad. It is artistically created to evoke emotion and image. I mean, I appreciate your advice but I’m not really sure that in this case it applies.
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