What is Love
A psychic fleeting dream of eternal ALL
Love.
What is it?
Is it heart rending… agonizing?
At times…. But not always
Love…
Is it painful, traumatic, and debilitating?
Indeed it can be… Sometimes…
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Sometimes, in the small hours
As wisps of shadows dance on the bed
Where your very essence, your reason extant
Centerpiece of your eternal soul
Once, but no more, lay beside you
On this once joyfully shared bed
Whereupon scent of her flowery perfume lingers
A pillow-case brushed, coated dreamily
Sautéed in wistful oils by her creamy, lucious skin…
This you still have
Olfactory ghosts to haunt your sleep…
Yet I love them
These haunts of yesterday
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Sometimes in the wee small hours
Tears of joy, tears of pain…, loss…, heartbreak
Spice the palette of your broken, overdone heart
With salty brine
A feast for those who enjoy their repast
Salted with regrets….
And yet…
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What is love?
Love is a joyous sharing
A mingling of soul..
A mingling of minds, hearts, bodies, desires
A sharing of dreams
Dreams of a future unending
Spent walking hand in hand with this radiant
Shimmeringly beauteous being
From a realm beyond mortal
Daydreams of a future lost in shared ecstasy
Lost within each other
Sharing every thought, every whim, every wish
With the one who truly completes you
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Love is all
Love is the final completing touch
Placed tenderly
By Aphrodite’s chef extraordinaire
It is the topping on a wedding cake
It is tenderly brushing
Back an errant lock of escaped wind blown hair
It is lightly stroking her cheek
Grazing perfection far beyond
Any masterpiece of art
Hung in the Louvre
Or painted on the Cistine Chapel
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Love is breathing in the wonder
Of life itself
Every time you hear that voice
Every time you see that face
Knowing you would rather die
Die a horrific, agonized death
Than live without her for a single day
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Love is an ending
Ending of solitary confinement
End of searching for fulfillment
Escape from the prison of
Our lonely, human condition
The final scene of all that came before
Curtain raised on a new, wondrous journey
As our solo tragic drama
Sets scene for a joyous new story
A duet puppeteered by cosmic forces
As Act II begins
Wherein two lost, forlorn seekers
Stumble into a calm oasis
Ablaze with new morning light
Chorus of whippoorwills
Accompanied by sparrows, chickadees, cicadas
Watched from above by creatures
Creatures great and small
Watch from hidden crawl spaces
Watch with baited breath
Hoping against hope to bear witness
Witness to perfection aborning
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What is love?
Love is joy
Love is pain
Love is sorrow
Love is ecstasy
Reason
Insanity
Love is ….Creation ….
And final Dissolution
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Love is…
ALL
Alfred Tennyson said it perhaps best….
Better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
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Now please excuse me
My lost love I seek
Once more to be complete…
After each act…
An end
After each end a beginning
Farewell.
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain. Check out his novels “Punishment and Good Deeds” and “The Killing Keys” at Amazon kindle.
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No wayyyyy. I prefer to have not loved at all rather than to have loved and lost. Lol! On a happier note, I loved your poem! It portrayed both the ups and downs of love!
Andrew this felt... exhaustive. Not for me as your reader. I mean for you as the writer. There is such intense energy in each of these words... I hope you slept very well after writing this. Two of my favorite lines: "Olfactory ghosts to haunt your sleep…" This line blew my mind. This is a sensation I have experienced before... it's such a palpable thing. Never seen it expressed so neatly and still so clearly. Beautiful. "Love is a joyous sharing" A disarmingly simple line, but I can feel the depth and power with which you mean this. And this is such Truth. I love the way you let yourself wander in and out of the darkness and the light of Love. It is, indeed, a coin with two sides - like everything in this duality-based realm of ours - and you explored both the light and the shadow with such courage and abandon and then courage again because of the abandon. Profound. Beautiful. Real. Thank you for sharing this with us. I feel privileged to have gotten to read it.
That was huge! It got my pulse up and racing and kept going and took me with it Wow so damn good so fine!