Tag: Love

These love stories are thanks to the #VSS365 daily word prompt given by uber creative hosts over the last few days on Twitter…

Our love lights up
the night sky
The moon, abashed,
hides behind propitious clouds…
It’s all the prompting we need
to steal
long-denied, lingering
kisses

My love’s beauty is rare
yet when the sun and the moon duel
she is eclipsed

Your love
snakes around
my freedoms
and liberates me
from their
anfractuous coils

Breeze on skin,
green grass, winter canopy,
a kiss adds spice…

In memory of all those who went too soon – claimed by a virus that was as brutal as it was indiscriminate…

Cut adrift from you
buffeted by winds
of a malevolent fate
icicles of fear
pierce a heart
that stuttered
the day they put
a plastic tube
down your throat…

Even the heat
of a fearsome anger
that rages at the edges
of a mind grown numb
cannot warm the emptiness
that I clothe with memories
of a former life
when forever meant
a long, long time…

But for us it ended yesterday
and all I have left
are ashes in an urn;
an agony of disbelief;
roiling oceans of regret;
and a dark despair…

Your walking shoes don’t know yet
they wait by the door
for 6 o’clock.
I try them on…
too big to fill, they don’t fit
but you fit me so well
and now the cavernous cracks
in my being
that you kept from widening
tear me into pieces
of a puzzle that
makes no sense without you
and your pillow
– with memory foam –
barely remembers
the shape of your head
while mine still carries
a stray hair from your tossing and turning
as you strove to find the air
that eluded you
just before
they took you
to the ICU…

I had never imagined
that you’d go in one door
but you’d come out another…

I capture the last bit of your DNA
off my pillow
and add it to my collection
of memories that
– try as they may –
cannot fill the void
in my soul
that should be in your outline
but is now me-shaped.

I hide in the open
letting the rain curtain me
from eyes that probe
for signs that I weep for you

The tears don’t come
for you linger
long after the river
claims your ashes

Fuelled by memories
of a limitless love
I converse with you
in whispers and sighs

Seasons follow seasons
and they vie for my attention…
but our unending farewell
makes time stand still…

A sad poem…or a not-sad poem…
What do you think?

The summer we met
unfurled into seasons
made resplendent
by first love

Monsoon rains
conspired to add
new meaning
to age-old truths

Autumn leaves
sailed down to join
in celebration
where we lingered

Later, besotted snowflakes
drifted lazily
and turned to crystals
in your hair

In Springtime,
your ardor tattoo-ed
promises into my heart
of more seasons to come…

How lovely for first love to become an everlasting one – the one that spans many seasons. What do you think? What’s your story?

We keep hearing of how important it is to pay attention to body language, to make eye contact, to use and observe non-verbal clues for effective communication. We’re told how it is not just the words that we use but all the other signs our bodies display that make a conversation meaningful.

This is especially true for love…the words ‘I Love You’ are empty and meaningless if there are no actions to supplement the words, or if the follow through is antithetical to the concept of love.

Here’s a Haiku that, I hope, conveys what I’m trying to say in a better way…

Speak to me of love
let your eyes, your lips, your touch
do all the talking

Tell me what you think.
Do you notice when people say things that don’t resonate with what their bodies are showing you?