Blog : The cycle of love.

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8/9/2015 1:15 am

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The cycle of love.

THE CYCLE OF LOVE.

Love, in its infancy
Is guided by devoted parents and aware
Of sights and sounds and a buzz of insecurity
And the grandparents in sympathy with a past
Scrutinise the future with apprehension
So that love becomes a childish nature
A complexity of apprehension and insecurities
Which will never dare to allow a dream
But keeps the light on to reality

But love, in its maturity
Takes an unplanned route, plunging headfirst
Into ravines and scented chasms of soulful waters
So that love outlives the into adult sensitivity
Turning into smoky reasons and sensations
Which become unmanageable and tempestuous
That familiarity becomes a ghost
Of distant memories and subconscious warnings
Which drift into mindless recesses

And Love, in its dotage
Is given in spasms of adventured memory
So that the mind loses its ultimate grip, its sanity
The casing full of wispy mists of x-rayed colour
Its kernel flowing outward as a soul
Till it swells and explodes its cycle, then recycles
Forever bursting and popping
Drug-addicted to sensuality’s visions
Knowing that love is the only thing worth dying for

Rocketship 80F

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8/9/2015 8:15 am

I think that you've got a real 'lock' on the phases of love.

dreampoet replies on 8/10/2015 1:08 am:
Indeed, I seem to have, Rocket. And words others use are also a key to their inner nature. When you wrote your first words...'I think'... That shows one who mentally examines what is said or communicated, rather than one who gains sense through what is 'Felt' about things. Really it has nothing to do with the poetry, just a small observation on what 'I feel' about what was written by you...lol.