Oh my love
when I was youthful I brooded
as you are a substantial comeliness
and when I endured in your stuff I studied
that you are an essence
when I coursed into the nucleus I analyzed
as you are an oceanic
when I flowed into wetness I inferred
that you are a sky
when I proceeded into the sky I synthesized
as you are a beam
when I melted into the illumination I reasoned
that you are the adoration
when I dissolved into the amorousness I calculated
as you are an old woman
and when I actuated into the old women I cogitated
that you are my lost mother
Oh my love...
Author notes
Based on a quote...
"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
A contest entry
- A Deeper Love by poet2angels.
700 points, ended January 2, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Such imagery and metaphor with beautiful language...Lovely poem!
Lynda
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A wonderful tribute to your mother, filled with metaphor, great imagery with great meaning throughout. Best wishes with this wonderful write, Ken IBT
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Awesome...very descriptive...
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This beautiful piece is, for me, showing the many facets and stages of love and the 'dance' that is performed as the lovers learn to see one another more clearly...ultimately in the form of a nurturing love, a mother...Always a profound thought in your writing...Best of luck in the contest. Peace, Rhonda
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