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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Poem: The Special One

 

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Goodnight Bunny

The Special One

I pulled up the covers
and had just turned out the light
when she spoke,
her voice soft and sweet:

“Am I special?”

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A Poem: The Ant and the Pebble

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One day, a young ant sat upon a pebble
taking a short rest from his very busy day,
and the ant and the pebble began to chat:

“I am superior”, said the ant.

“I think not”, said the pebble,
“We are each of us valuable; without me,
you’d have nothing to rest upon.”

“That may be”, replied the ant,
“but I have many legs,
and I can move about freely and build empires,
whereas you, my friend,
are quite stuck here upon the forest floor.”

“Sweet ant,
while you have eyes to see,
you see so little.

Do you not recognize me
in the splendor of pyramids?
Or see me kiss the sky
with the grand towers of great cities?

Do I not clasp my brilliance
around the necks of beautiful women?
Have not thousands climbed my back
to touch the fringed hems of heaven?

Do I not frame every river and ocean
with such breathtaking beauty it causes one to fly?”

“Don’t be silly”, quipped the ant,
“None of that is you!
You are just a pebble on the forest floor,
and, I might add, one
with such delusions of grandeur
as I have never before seen.”

And the little ant took his leave, laughing.

“It’s all a matter of perspective”, said the pebble.

But the little ant could not hear.

 

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

 

Image Credit:

Beach Pebbles, by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

A Poem: Hot Date

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Hot Date

Beauty knows
her most irresistible feature
is supreme confidence;
that she could wear practically anything
and start a whole new craze.

Sitting in her boudoir,
she delicately powders her nose—
a dusting of dawn’s first light,
blushes her cheeks with fresh dewdrop of rose,
and feathers a single stroke of sunlight
above each perfect cheek bone;

does up some killer smoky eyes–
indigo sky with silver flecks of stardust,
dabs her neck with dots of jasmine-scented rain,
dangles the stars and the moon
from her luscious earlobes,
sprays her hair with morning-mist
and gets out her special occasion party dress–
a dazzling cut of the Milky Way
hemmed with fireflies.

She drapes over her shoulders a shawl for evening,
gossamer, spun from the finest spider’s silk,
and oh,
almost forgetting,
at the very last moment,
grabs the ocean,
strings it hastily around her neck,
leaving a wake of sun pearls and water crystals
as she runs out the door
for a very hot date.

And the whole Universe goes gaga.

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

 

Image Credit:

Blue Salvia: Dancing with Light; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

Springtime: Love Poems in the Air

Love FlareTwo Sweet Creams Please

 

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