One Perfect Vagary — Love

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It doesn’t have to be a ballad;
this highway of connected thoughts that burns its way
into the heart,
nor an eternity of collating the moon and stars
when in company of the other—
a pinch of salt in an otherwise bland diet,
stay a little longer
you never know who you might save—
it possesses dominion over man’s attempt to establish
sense.
Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips,
it’s a contradiction of sorts– at times relief, at times
indescribable ache,
and though
I am learning its deep, dark, almost decadent convention;
I can’t help but feel I have belonged to you since
the beginning of time;
a thousand realities rolled into one perfect vagary— love.

 

 

 

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Day Twelve ~ Fireblossom Friday: Love

Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads

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32 Replies to “One Perfect Vagary — Love”

  1. I always love reading your poetry. This is beautiful My favourite lines are “this highway of connected thoughts that burns its way
    into the heart,” and”Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips”

  2. Two thoughts: “It doesn’t have to be a ballad” and “you never know who you might save”
    Profound in their simplicity yet powerful if we take them to heart.
    Thank you for sharing, Sanaa

  3. I can’t help but feel I have belonged to you since
    the beginning of time..
    A beautiful resolution to this reflection on love.

  4. A beautiful circular poem, Sanaa, starting and ending with ‘one perfect vagary — love’, encompassing romance and passion. I love the phrases ‘highway of connected thoughts that burns its way into the heart’ and ‘Unspoken letters that write themselves on lips’.

  5. To love and be loved, we have such a desire for it but cannot really explain it and how beautiful it can be. To use your words “I can’t help but feel” you know it well too Sanaa.

  6. The act of giving and saving…very appealing concept… a pinch of salt to spice up the bland diet…Thank you for your beautiful poem so eloquently expressed about love.

  7. This one made me sigh (and smile) deeply, Sanaa. The line about “never know[ing] who [we] might save” is a perfect dance between advice and promise, for the one being saved might the one doing the saving (and that is always awesome). The closing is masterful, too, the way it rolls the whole poem together and makes it a tight package.

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