Triny Xiang Poet Free verse

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 March 30, 2024 at 3:47 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 March 30, 2024 at 1:11 PM Yes! Triny Xiang March 30, 2024 at 7:53 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 February 18, 2024 at 10:50 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 February 19, 2024 at 8:18 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 February 17, 2024 at 2:32 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 February 19, 2024 at 8:19 AM Aw shucks. I guess because love is out of reach and ever-present, we strive to write down its ineffable nature.