Crazy Love: A Poem for Bear

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Crazy Love

Years and years ago,
when we first met, so young and soaring high
on possibility, music and crazy love—
you showed up somewhere, purely unexpected,
and I first understood “my heart leaps up”.

And still today, expected or not,
whenever I catch a glimpse of you,
with even the very thought of you,
my heart leaps up and up—
still crazy in love,
still crazy in love,
still crazy in love—
with you.

~ madlyinlovewithlife
From my poetry collection entitled: Honeyed Poems for Bear

For my Sweet Bear:

Thank you for reading to me.  Thank you for singing with me. Thank you for dancing with me. Thank you for a lifetime of love.

I love you beyond description.

~ YSVB

A Jar of Security: A Poem

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A Jar of Security

I tried to contain love once,
catching some
and putting it in a jar
so I could be sure to see it
any time I pleased.

I punched holes in the top,
carefully arranged fresh leaves
and small pots of honey water.

It fluttered around beautifully
until the morning I awoke
to find its limp, lifeless
shadow at the bottom of the jar,
a note carefully pinned on:

Sorry,
I couldn’t stay.
I left what I could.

I love you.

~ by madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poetry, “Blowing Rings Around the Moon”
© 2010 madlyinlovewithlife

Love is…

Love is a funny thing. More often than not, the popular notion of love is confused with romance or other feelings, like infatuation, lust, insecurity or even jealousy and possessiveness. When I was very young, I learned the hard way that what I thought was love on my part, wasn’t. But isn’t that what those early relationships are for? To put yourself out there and learn from your own life experience what makes the stuff of good relationships?

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Love, Ed

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Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp because the Dawn has come.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Life and More Life

My father, whom I adored, died two years ago today. Interestingly, he chose November 11th, Remembrance Day, to move on to the next phase of life. He enjoyed a long, happy life knowing that he was deeply loved by his family. And although he is no longer physically with us, I must assure you that I am not saddened by his passing because—and this may sound strange—he does not feel lost to me.

I understand that there will never be agreement as to what does or does not transpire after we die—some believe that there is something more after we leave this body and some do not. And, while I have no desire to alter anyone’s beliefs, I admit that I fall into the camp that believes life is eternal—that our consciousness continues on in some fashion after we depart these bodies. Though I can’t say I understand how it plays out, I have an unshakeable knowing in my gut that death is simply a natural part of the continuation of life.

I was very close to my father, so when he died I wondered if I’d experience any signs that he was still around me in spirit—whether I would feel his presence around me in some way. And, yes, I can happily say that I immediately noticed many small signs, all very playful and humorous (my Dad loved few things more than a good joke). But the most powerful and beautiful experience came a few weeks after his death when my partner and I made the long trek to my small prairie hometown to visit my mother.

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Meditation on the End of a Beautiful Day

Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp because the Dawn has come.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

A Tribute to Two Beautiful Men

This time-lapse video is dedicated to two beautiful men whom I dearly love and whom I have been blessed to have in my life: my own dear father and my dear father-in-law. Two years ago, they both left this world just a few weeks apart. They each lived a long, rich and happy life and I often feel their joyous spirits around me. Continue reading

Lilacs, Just for Me!

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Every spring, I can’t wait for the lilacs to blossom. We don’t have our own lilac bush, but our neighborhood is so full of lilac shrubs that the fragrance completely permeates the air. All I have to do is step out on our balcony and breathe in the sweet, heady, heavenly scent. At the height of the bloom, the air is so fragrant, the slightest breeze wafting in through open windows perfumes our whole place. I simply can’t get enough.

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Springtime: Love Poems in the Air

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I watch you standing there
at the ice cream counter, ordering two sweet creams–
in sugar cones please–laughing and joking with
the gangly young ice cream scooper,

and suddenly I see you for real:

an eager little boy, standing on tip-toes,
fingers hooked fiercely onto the counter’s cool edge,
barely able to peer over,
eyes bright, unable to contain your joy, exuberance

exploding everywhere, shouting

yes please! to sprinkles, yes!
more sprinkles please!
A happy little sponge
extracting everything you possibly can
from this moment, wondering how will you ever
fit all this good stuff in?

I see you.

I see you standing there,
ordering us two sweet creams–in sugar cones please–
soaking it all up, still looking around for what more fun
you might wheedle
out of this moment,

when suddenly, your eye catches mine
and your joy pulls me fast and hard to your chest where
we collide, sparking a dazzling flare seen for miles around

though you are still paying, and I
haven’t moved an inch.

~ by madlyinlovewithlife

 

Spring is a time to celebrate life and love

I met my partner, my one true love, many moons ago. I was crazy about him then, and all these years later, I’m more in love than ever.

 

 

Two Sweet Creams Please, by madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poems entitled Blowing Rings Around the Moon
© 2010 madlyinlovewithlife

Image Credit:
Love Flare, digital art by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

Spring Springs Eternal

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“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”

~ A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

The first day of spring: she teased us yesterday morning, blanketing our world with a thick layer of soft snow and an icy wind. All I could do was laugh when I awoke to see the state of affairs. Beautiful, yes, but honestly I’d rather she had left all joking aside. I was counting on her arrival.

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