They say there’s one hundred words for snow
But I’m not privy to the language
That makes it so
And as magical as snow can be
One hundred words does seem in excess
So I wonder
On this winter’s solstice night
Why love, no less miraculous than snow
Has only one word to crown its glory
And honour its story.
Love is over-used perhaps
But Love certainly rivals snow
It’s as magical
Adoration is not the same
Nor lust, infatuation, passion
They pale or are over the mark
Before or beyond the point. …
When He Left
When he left
The poetry stopped
Just like that-
The words clammed up
The heart was a dammed and stopped
Sentiment (forget about love!)
Froze in the faucets
As if he was something
With merit and meaning
Instead of being
Just a common thing
In the grander scheme.
The heart was not amused
And so the muse fled
Presumably to land in a land
Where things retain their flow
And a change of heart
Doesn’t mean all and everything —
All that sweetness
Simply had to go —
Such a pity — the baby and the bath water
And all of that.
And still —
There are those mornings
And those moments
Where a wisp of smoke or a ghost breeze
Still echoes and strives
To be heard above the din
Of love long gone
Without a trace
And no goodbye.
Just when the world closed up
Shuttered and scared
My own centric world expanded
Odd, but true —
The default fear that always found a home in me
Just left —
Not that I put my head
In that dwindling foundation of sand
We pretend is solid
Nor did I shut off the usual suspects
Reminding me 24/7 to be fearful.
Nothing like that.
This thing called fear is a bully you know
And one I know well, having fought with him
All my days, until now.
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