How do you hold on to love?
That ephemeral thing.
Pour it, in every pore?
As ether, inhale it?
Spread it –
Into every cell there be.
How do you hold on?
When mooring ropes
Of bonds you held close
Are slipped off those
Piers of emotion-
The pier dissolves, into
A salty pool.
And you hold on-
To your own heart.
Adrift.
Alone.
How do you stay you?
Who are you?
You ask you.
You find no answer.
You have been consumed
By that ether.
You’re adrift
Your heart – all alone.
But.
Your mooring rope-
Let loose into the
Salty sea…
That churning stormy sea…
You gather that close
As you bob, uncertainly.
You shall come
To
New and stronger harbours
You tell yourself.
Secretly wishing
All the while
That pier, which dissolved
Had been stronger.
31 July, 2016
Online. One of those Had-To-Write-Writes 😀
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July 31, 2016 at 9:29 pm
“Secretly wishing All the while That pier, which dissolved Had been stronger”
Or maybe, that mooring rope, that anchor, that tether, had been a little longer
Or that heart, adrift, alone
Was made of hard, unfeeling bone
Instead of muscle and mind, which just absorbs all kinds of love-ether!
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August 1, 2016 at 1:09 pm
Doesn’t it always happen when you are thrown off a comfort zone
A feeling like a leaf, which caught in a storm,not knowing where it is blown
random thoughts of hopelessness and a sense of being all alone
but it will last only till you find your next zone and make it your own.
Beautifully put. As usual. 🙂
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