PERSONALITIES
aside
&
intertwined
separations
& reconciliations
professed
in
such
devotion
stimulated
&
appealing
a
lapsed
recreation
a kaleidoscopic
cascade
in
a
collage of
animated
patterns
united
raptures
fashioned to
linger
in
virtual reality
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
constantly chipping away—
seventeen years of weathering
arguments, differences, rebukes
and then reconciliations
I gave in some, you gave up some
for the smiles in each other’s eyes
opinions, values that we once held tight
we let go reluctantly but gradually
to make us work, to keep the promise alive
erosion of personalities over years
no wins , no losses
just tiny little pieces of you
and tiny little pieces of me
lost forever to
make us whole
Written on:09/16/2016
Contest:All the little pieces
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
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