Monday 5 February 2018

Valentine






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.







11 comments:

  1. I am glad you are choosing to stay in love.

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  2. It is a choice, isn't it as we get older...

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  3. Yeah, well, no one ever said that love was logical. ;-)

    Some 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!

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    1. Palms straight and ready! Thanks for the tip! ;-)

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  4. Hey 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...

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    1. Too many nasties around to sit indecisive any more :) have to choose, no other alternative.

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  5. Hi 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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