Kim is hosting Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub * "When Love disappears .. Where does it go?" is the burning question * and the inspiration for our poems.
love is a dramatic little creature
it slips out my front door
dragging a suitcase full of sighs
lurks in the sleeve of an old sweater
waiting for a cold enough morning
to wrap myself in memories
I swore I'd thrown away
love enjoys small disguises
that song I almost skipped
the smell of rain on a day I needed mercy
on ambitious days love hides in my future
between plans I haven't yet made
when it's feeling particularly brazen
love might even hide in plain sight
so no, love hasn't left
it's hiding inside the word "again"
..... waiting, simply waiting
Just the thought of love as ‘a dramatic little creature’ made me smile, Helen, ‘dragging a suitcase full of sighs’, and I didn’t stop until the end of your poem, when I let out a little gasp.
ReplyDeleteLove goes and we wait in those haunted nooks where the absence of it keeps us charmed and waiting for the next knock at the door. You said it right!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I especially loved "dragging a suitcase full of sighs".
ReplyDeleteI can't 'love' this poem enough :-)
ReplyDeletei have so enjoyed reading the poets' response to this prompt... the stories so heartfelt and spoken out loud... it's like an intimate reading by the fire and everyone in shadows gets their turn... leaving me sad, hopeful and joyous all at the same time not forgetting a sometimes tearful snotty hankie.... i have so enjoyed yours i found it poignant... some sorrows and yet so full of promises
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Helen. Yes, it seems to always be around in some form or another!
ReplyDeleteYay, Helen. Your best. So on point. It is a cat, just there waiting. To be let in, fed, and loved. Haha. A cat! Love this kk e most of all “ between plans I haven't yet made” because love is an unexpected surprise like that. Wow. Beautiful. Selma Martin wishes she’d had written this. Yay, Helen 👍🏽
ReplyDeleteSometimes you must find your own love.
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Helen--such great imagery, "it slips out my front door
ReplyDeletedragging a suitcase full of sighs"--and then the positive ending! 💙
❤️ Love!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. Hopeful, like the heart at its core, Helen, and the voice behind it.
ReplyDeleteHiding in the word 'again'. I love that, Helen. It is so hopeful.
ReplyDelete"a suitcase full of sighs" is an excellent turn of phrase. Nicely written Helen 👏
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written poem. Most of the time it hides and when no one looks for it anymore, it is never found
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