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Love, but, but

Love these shaking hands They are made to write But, hands betray me Love the self that writes We’re on the same page But, I hate you still Love how openly you incense me You're ignition for who I am But, the burn feels so good Love how spirits burn the throat It releases words of loathing But, djins won’t go in bottles Love my thirst for dopamine It connects my hard wiring But, axons are hard to break Love the ghost in the machine typing It reveals what’s on my mind But, reflections always fall short Love my creative soul mirrored It is a fragile blossom But, I’m allergic to pollen Love when there’s nothing to write From nothing comes something But something turns to nothing Love these shaking paws anyway Because love’s the hardest prose But, its language is out of reach Ok? Ok, love. I’ll let you sit on my lap But, you have sharp claws

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Jeanette Swan

Date: 3/30/2024 3:47:00 AM

My turn to visit your page. I really like this, especially how it ends with love's sharp claws and transitioning of hands to paws. The contrariness and the paradox of self-examination ring true. I was thinking it's more fun writing with a small dog on your lap (until he leaps off to go bark at something - mine does anyway). J:)

Jeanette Swan
Date: 3/30/2024 1:11:00 PM

Yes!

Triny Xiang
Date: 3/30/2024 7:53:00 AM

Thank you. Yes, love is like a small dog. Sometimes it leaps off chasing rabbits, but it always returns especially if you offer treats.

Silent One

Date: 2/18/2024 10:50:00 AM

Hey, I love your poem.. The repetition of "love" at the beginning of each stanza serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring presence of love despite its challenges. The juxtaposition of love's allure with its discomforting aspects creates a profound sense of ambivalence and depth... The closing lines, with their acceptance of love's complexities despite its sharp edges, encapsulate the speaker's willingness to embrace love despite its difficulties. .Overall, this poem offers a thought-provoking exploration of the multifaceted nature of love..

Triny Xiang
Date: 2/19/2024 8:18:00 AM

I can't thank you enough. Your reflection takes something rough and dull and make it shine better than what's reflected.

Shane Thacker

Date: 2/17/2024 2:32:00 PM

Wonderful poem, Triny. I love the lines "Because love’s the hardest prose But, its language is out of reach." Spectacular technique!

Triny Xiang
Date: 2/19/2024 8:19:00 AM

Aw shucks. I guess because love is out of reach and ever-present, we strive to write down its ineffable nature.