Tuesday, October 22, 2013

That Love Poem

"What happened to that love poem -
the one that had us flying -
I could have sworn I left it dying by the bed.
But, perhaps, it breathed its last still in my head,"

the poet said.

No answer yet.

Linking up later with OLN at dVerse.

24 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Yep, been there, done that!!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Rarely did the poems ever get me into the bed. However, in the aftermath of the afterglow, the words raged.
Great poem here.

Susan said...

Sad and lonely!
Was there an "us" flying?
Left in the bed?

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a brilliant concept for a poem.

grapeling said...

the portraits you paint, MZ, with the shadows that linger from your pen ~

Brian Miller said...

as long as it did not die in the bed
but i imagine there are plenty of love poems gone missing...

felt piece mz

annotating60 said...

Short and sweet but not so fleeting. >KB

Björn said...

The dying poem can live in your dreams...

Mary said...

Interesting about those missing love poems. Maybe they have disappeared for a reason.

Fireblossom said...

One would think there would be a long way between flying and this sort of static staleness. Maybe they just went out to get some air.

Katie said...

Very nice! I do believe that some poems are just never meant to be! (And many of mine are love poems as well!) :-)

Truedessa said...

I have a few missing poems...fragments left in my mind

pandamoniumcat said...

Love poems can be fleeting I'm sure... goes with the territory!

Vandana Sharma said...

A direct and honest question :)

vivinfrance said...

Those middle-of-the-night poems have an annoying habit of dying with the light!

Sioux said...

EFT, you manage to work your magic with just a few lines.

Amazing, as always.

Lorraine said...

always kept mine even now after more than 25 years

janehewey said...

this reminded me of all the poems that never make it to the page. the ones left in bed AND the ones flying about in my head. good stuff.

janehewey said...

this reminded me of all the poems that never make it to the page. the ones left in bed AND the ones flying about in my head. good stuff.

Laura said...

in my experience, sometimes lines of poetry or music come to me while I'm out with my camera in nature... once in a while I remember by the time I get home to record the exact words or melodies... more often what is left is an impression... energy in any form is not lost... transformed into something unexpected... but not completely lost.

chamomile sea said...

I love the third line.

Mystic_Mom said...

Oh! So many never make it to page and die where our thoughts leave them. This is very good.

ayala said...

Don't let the poem die... A cool piece !

kaykuala said...

The poem needs to sustain itself - the mark of a great poem! Nicely MZ!

Hank