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Love (for my sun and stars)

finds a way to spark,
to glimmer and shimmer,
whether oil or water invades it,
pervades it, clashes or infuses.

Once the heartbeat has started,
next thing you know, all you know
at molecular level, in your marrow,
pierced through bone, it leaves
everything else (everyone) forgotten,
an after-thought, somewhat meaninglesss.

is not concerned with your plans,
your agenda, it demolishes
your schedule, your carefree
manner, and whispers Stop.

So if I fall from the sky,
let the message be simple.
I would hover in the divine light,
certain love can shred the night
of all its terrors and tears,
all the anxiety I once held in fear.

My sun and stars,
I am here to hear your bell.
A ring of purity and truth,
with the beauty of everything.
Like stardust, you sprinkle
my cat eyes with sparkling
diamonds, crystallized meaning.

I no longer feel my heart
slowly congealing, like
a fist has been clamped
over my chest, whispering
For you there is no rest.

In love
I can rest with my head
peaceful upon your chest.
I can clasp at your hand,
entwine it like ivy with
the knowledge we are blessed.

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Love (for my sun and stars) by 

Two stanzas I felt were out of place now reworked in this poem
Searching for love


love, in love

I’ll defer to Anna Quindlen, of The New York Times: “People who are knowledgeable about poetry sometimes discuss it in that knowing, rather hateful way in which oenophiles talk about wine: robust, delicate, muscular. This has nothing to do with how most of us experience it, the heart coming around the corner and unexpectedly running into the mind. Of all the words that have stuck to the ribs of my soul, poetry has been the most filling.”

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  • trwoody
    trwoodyover 3 years ago

    Oh this is just too good….How uniquely coincidental. I just opened an old poem folder to work on this morning and it too contains the wings of Icarus as a metophorical reference. I just love how you have spun your story

  • Thanks Tony :D
    I am considering a rework, realised the ending was reflecting upon a friend who is looking for love (in perhaps the wrong places), and feel it doesn’t fit as well with the intent I had for the poem (where my sun and stars is concerned anyway!)

    – msdebbie

  • sandra22
    sandra22over 3 years ago

    finds a way to spark,” ….yeppers Deb!
    I’m kinda thinking, that if no matter what we do, we do it with love as the intention…sheesh, just imagine
    Lots to ponder, in love thanks Deb!
    Sandra x

  • Thanks Sandra. I so agree xxx

    – msdebbie

  • Rainy
    Rainyover 3 years ago

    Congratulations!! Your artwork has been featured in
    Who are You to Judge? group.!!

  • Thanks Rainy and WAYTJ for the feature
    Big smiles here :D

    – msdebbie

  • vampvamp
    vampvampover 3 years ago

  • Thanks vamp and LLD for the feature. Much appreciated xxx

    – msdebbie

  • Edibl3leper
    Edibl3leperover 3 years ago

    These words are eloquent and striking.

    “I no longer feel my heart
    slowly congealing, like
    a fist has been clamped
    over my chest, whispering
    For you there is no rest.”

    Well Done ;-D

  • Thanks so much for the compliment my friend :D

    – msdebbie

  • RC deWinter
    RC deWinterabout 3 years ago

    Yes, you have captured what passion does to the essential self.

  • Thanks so much!

    – msdebbie

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