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Background this love doesn't help us live it doesn't make the terrain less steep or rocky than it shall be in the landscape of our lives, rather it is the sky against which the blue shimmer of the sun and waters of the world are reflected, giving meaning quenching drenching storms a place to play a home for the rays of the sun and a place to turn our eyes when circumstances do not smile but burn upon us, this love does not save us from gravity stumbles or the ants and roots which consume our sheaths returning, long whence we came to sky and sand and salt and smiles and all the whiles come and gone like this scrawling our mortality crawling like a bug in need of a rug, in that to hide, this love does not preclude the foreground or exclude the wailing sounds alive inside the background of this moving living sigh like a sign standing pointing low and high evergreen trees growing inside this love doesn't help us live |
Additional Notes:
But a breath we are here, love and die. Sometimes, we are happy, and sometimes overmindful of the shoulds of life, overwhelmed by the grinding of each day. Love helps, if we let it.
Om,
Regis
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-08-02 16:36:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.88889
Regis,
But love is safety, it's a barrier from harm, a strength to call upon, love is everything, love is God.
Love is with you a part of you, you 'are' love. YOU LIVE LOVE.
It doesn't replace life, it enhances life.
You are spoiled. You have love and it does help you live.
Poem was good, not long winded. The rhyme good, shape easy to read.
Good job.
Dellena