#lovesend
Love does not die of just a single blow,
Its life flows out quite slowly over years,
One drop follows another as love flows,
From thousands of unfatal cuts and tears.
A thousand little stings from tongue or eye,
A thousand unkind words from me and you,
A thousand "I told you so’s" piled on high,
A thousand battles lost, refought anew.
Each wound a scab that grows harder with time,
Covering festering hurts that won't heal,
An unwise word morphs to betrayal sublime,
Suppurating reminders all too real.
Simple kindness is lost from lack of use,
And what remains just a facade in truth.
[ My podcast reading of this poem is available at https://open.spotify.com/episode/7tRrW46ovkUfmLknjvhmGn?si=ipvg74hOQ3iWbWWlPfhDKw ]
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:09 AM UTC
We are not the sun but the shadow,
Not in the bone but the marrow.
Our Secrets deep,
where cretins creep
And none hear the call of the sparrow.
We are not the stars but the dark
Not in the soul but the heart
Skin could keep
Us all complete
But our knit is a stitch pulled apart
We are not sound but its shape
No murmur, just the oultine lips make
Whispered sweet,
Where meaning meets
The subtle truth that lies never shake
When love is not soft
And life isnt light
When all that is wrong
Somehow is our right.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC