Conjured love
by Mathew Paust
Love heals.
Lovers know this from the start,
Yet they may not know with certainty
What love is.
Not that it matters especially
When they find the magic within the power
Of unfolding lust,
Of redemption,
Of unmitigated joy.
There's a mutual recognition
In the eye to eye surrendering
To trust,
To promise,
To the unimaginable other.
And when all is gone its memory remains
To wield the rage,
Reminding the heart
What love is.
What love is: love it. *
Fave, Mathew. I like this, the defining of love. I like this phrasing a lot:
"There's a mutual recognition
In the eye to eye surrendering..."
Grand ambition realized in this poem, to front the challenge of defining love and say it so well.
Thanks much, guys. I don't try poetry much. It's great to have something validated by writers of your talent and accomplishments.
Honest, straightforward writing. Nice work.
I like the way it circles back, especially.
Describes the powerful ambiguity of love so well.
splendid *
Appreciate the kind words, friends. I'm a primitive with poetry.
You are a fine primitive with poetry. This is just right, you know.
Thanks, Nonnie. Your kind words mean a lot.
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