I can no longer breathe you in
or accidentally brush your skin.
Radio silence, an empty glove
strangles time. But I still choose love.
The smells of coffee and cologne
reconfigured to disaster zones –
blood orange and marmalade nerve.
But I’m choosing to stay in love.
Mushroom smoke and mother of pearled
guns pour from factories of the world.
War and peace on an unknown curve.
But I’m choosing to stay in love.
A lone bird sits on an antenna,
the skyline slow fades to henna.
This soft sea. The heavens above.
Yes, I'm choosing to stay in love.
I am glad you are choosing to stay in love.
ReplyDeleteYa, me too. Not to isn't a good option :)
DeleteIt is a choice, isn't it as we get older...
ReplyDeleteAlways a good choice at any age I think...
DeleteThat is bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteLove is that most of the time.
DeleteYeah, well, no one ever said that love was logical. ;-)
ReplyDeleteSome very nice rhyming! My favorite was "Mushroom smoke and mother of pearled / guns pour from factories of the world."
And don't forget, if anyone says "Valentimes Day" instead of "Valentine's Day," slap 'em!
Palms straight and ready! Thanks for the tip! ;-)
DeleteHey Nila, another beautiful, positive poem that enhances our view of 'love'. I'm glad you got to post a Valentine's Day poem. i love the repetition of the end line - 'I choosing to stay in love.' Amen to that, no matter what's happening in the world...
ReplyDeleteToo many nasties around to sit indecisive any more :) have to choose, no other alternative.
DeleteHi Nila - choosing to stay in love with the world wherever we are in life ... and yes the sentence "Mushroom smoke and mother of pearled / guns pour from factories of the world." as The Silver Fox mentions really resonates ... the glittery slate of explosions as grey-black bombs are released - cheers Hilary
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