Thursday, August 18, 2011

Love Trumps Apathy

Being in love feels good.  I had forgotten.
                          Forgotten that heart contracting, flashing lights thrill.  And yet pronouncing proves hard, application of words, trite.  Might, I jinx it?
I had barely recalled these sensations, scorned
  all sentimentality and now know not why.
                                                                                What had hardened
My heart
                to these
 possibilities?  Now grabbing pleasure, this privilege once again, I clasp tight.   Love trumps apathy.
                                  All is well, healed, new.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 9, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    I can really relate to this, thanks

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  2. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallOctober 9, 2011 at 4:21 PM

    neat,
    a reality check, everyone can relate to.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 9, 2011 at 5:13 PM

    it's better to be all excited than bored, always.

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  4. Ann LeFloreOctober 10, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    I am so glad that your heart is healed and you have found love once again such a lovely poem
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/10/the-bird-of-love/

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  5. AnonymousOctober 11, 2011 at 5:12 AM

    Now grabbing pleasure, this privilege once again, I clasp tight... Nice line

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  6. Carrie Van HornOctober 13, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    So true and beautifully spoken. :-)

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