#howdoilovethee
(parts of an old poem-edited)
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Was awake, 'til Black Saturday's tail end,
through Easter Sunday's dawn...a day potent
with rejoicing, renewing faith, and the essence
.of one's presence
while seeking quietness
amidst the busyness
of one's existence
how does one forgive....forget
the wrong, when it still affects, and upsets?
how does one love tirelessly, without regret?
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these thoughts come to me
when writing prose, or poetry.
when turning to shelley....or rossetti
the hours turn to a sentimental journey.
while understanding their lines,
i also ponder on my life...my own lines.
a mug of steaming creamed coffee, clears
the old English cloud, shooing away my fears,
......if it's my day.......if i'm in luck,
a few lines arise easily.....or, i could get stuck.
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when winds aren't in my sail, they stubbornly
steer my boat towards that river lull, so droopy.
i paddle away, painstakingly,
when river runs dry, or dryer... i just let it be.
as long as coffee steams on......brewing,
my mug, i keep refilling...leaves me thinking
of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "sonnet 43..."
facing a mirror, i'd ask: "how do i love thee?"
i'd say back: "lemme count the ways, dearie."
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i see me, reeling on the bar of life's daily
circus, counting the ways, loving, going off key...
rather than fall, i turn those moments into poetry
keeping silent for hours....climbing dark valleys,
rising the next morning, to start my litany,
i ask myself anew: " how do i love thee? "
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Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
i could scribble "hey, cutie" on your napkin in red lipstick while you're in the bathroom
and watch you fold it fancy-like and tuck it into your suitcoat
for safekeeping
i could offer to foot the bill at village inn with my new visa card that came in the mail two days ago
and feel you slip ten dollars into my hands asking if you can pay for half
i could squeal and laugh when you flick your tongue into my mouth while we're kissing
and hear your soft chuckle and the sultry whisper "you're so cute,"
i could wrap myself around you and whisper how much i adore and need you
licking the back of your neck and feeling your muscles flex
beneath my touch
and know that in just moments you will run your tongue across me, too
and i will be swimming in your glory
i could throw a fishing line into our pool of ideas
draw one up
examine it, gut it, roast it over a fire
and share a warm meal of minced minds with you
to find that you are playing with my hair and nuzzling your nose into my back as i talk and laugh with you
over this meal meant for two
i could scrape the snow from your windshield every morning
and draw hearts endlessly in the frost that formed across your soul when your mother died
your lips would crawl across me,
whispering "Kate Lyn" the whole time
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
i don't love you enough to cup you in my hands and sip you up like a little japanese soup in a sushi restaurant
what do you want, love?
my shoestrings
why, i have no use for them
what is love without sacrifice
i don't love you enough to hold on to you
i am no better than that child who lets go of her balloon and watches it float up, up, up
until it is swallowed like a cherry cough drop
i don't love you enough to give away every inch of my hair to keep you down-to-earth with me
i don't love you enough to strain against the wind and brave the spit of Al Gore
even if it would mean being with you
i don't love you enough to enjoy you while you are here
i don't love you enough to be more careful than the child who drops his ice cream on the ground and then cries when he can't have another one
(i love you more than that)
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
how can i liken that smile to a bright sunshine,
how can i compare the touch of your lips to a feather like rain,
how can i write this piece without even wondering,
is there anything on earth that compares to you, my everything?
how can i arrange these words, when just a thought of you can derail it,
how can i use the letters to describe the flame in me you lit,
how can i describe the feeling without even catching my breath,
when even just your name, my heart and soul will melt.
how can i state the warmth of your embrace without understating this,
how can i tell you how i feel without wondering what i missed,
how can these letters, words and rhymes be ever enough
when you my love, have given me so much.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC