How do you measure the distance
between two hearts?
Is it time apart or silence’ depth,
The count of arguments,
The weight of doubts.
And the when
Is it not the very question itself
That marks the beginning
of yet another end.
I don’t want to believe in fairy tales again.
Happy endings are but far away fantasies;
Loving is a quickly fading memory;
And hoping brings nothing but heartbreak.
Surely a spell has been cast
When our eyes held each other’s glance.
For though fate has been unkind,
Love was once again defined;
Perhaps for the last time.
Rekindling life itself,
The waking has exceeded the dreaming.
A silent heart’s wish granted
Through each kiss – true love’s bliss.
Every so often I’d dream about being in an unfamiliar cemetery – like the cemetery invites me as a forgotten friend. There is one grave that I keep seeing each time and it always has such freshly cut lavender. The marriage of the lavender and the grave was so natural it was as if the grave birthed its own symbol of a fruitful and purposeful life lived. Continue reading
You can’t do that! That can’t possibly be true! Sure we’re just a tiny bit full of your love tales and sweet romantic episodes but if your perfect match that we all secretly (okay, not so secretly) envy and want for our own were to end, what do we have to look forward to??
Sure I may be over-reacting, or so you say, but please get your act straight and get back together already. We all know that you can’t keep yourselves away from each other. I think it is just one of those laws of nature. Continue reading
I love you against the world
We are a match we made for each other
We love at our own home
Inside our hearts and our mind
We are each other’s reprieve and respite
Against the chains outside
That the rest call Freedom
It is a sad truth that love, including everything else human and personal, has become a social construct; or perhaps it has always been this way. Being able to define, in broad strokes, what conventional love is and being able to provide instances of its stark negative that is unconventional love ought to be an uncomfortable experience. But it is not and that in itself shows us how society asserts itself on our consciousness – quite the most powerful and scary form of influence. And yet we still love beyond what is considered acceptable and right which makes knowing the horrible truth of society’s control somewhat bearable. We may be helpless to the status quo in many facets of our daily lives, but it is through love that we are able to rebel against it and become the unrestrained mavericks that we hide within our selves.
From today’s Daily Prompt: Unconventional Love
- Social Construction (innocentdecision.wordpress.com)
- Motto for life (thelonelyrambler.wordpress.com)
- Gender as a Social Construct (letstalkgender.wordpress.com)