Love has its Days of Reckoning by Maureen GlaudeSeems to me
(who is still deciphering the mystery)
we grow up
and into
love
and being loved.
As we leave the kindergarten
of crushes
through to the high school
of starcrossed passion,
we experience the fickleness of
fate
gain deep scars
on the falls along the way
discover the slash
of loves endings
natural and unnatural deaths
kick the wall in temper
or nurture ourselves in self-pity
for the loves we cannot keep
only years later perhaps
realizing the kicks in the head
we often gave our own selves
before making contact with the wall.
With closure, we cherished
the softer contacts
of old beginnings.
In the end, if we're wise
fortunate and open,
we face love again
where it was always waiting
camouflaged and reserved,
quiet love.
Now in our universe of reality
we focus on it, readied
to reappraise its worth,
revive the dreamhope there again
endure and nurture it
as it matures with us.
Real love is never outgrown.
Certain earlier valentines we store
in boxes, just for ourselves to find,
pull out to remember
as if we could ever forget
those building blocks.
Seems to me. 02/14/2005
Posted on 02/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/14/05 at 03:07 PM A special well balanced poem for a special day. I like how this covers all the bases, good and bad, of the topic. Well done. |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/14/05 at 08:00 PM this is sheer brilliance, maureen... i traveled with you through a lifetime of love... brought a few tears to my eyes, and smiled at your candid truthfulness... my POTD pick for today... poignant and honest and heartfelt... blessings... |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/05 at 12:59 AM Seems to me a very philosophical look at love, much more deeply thoughtout than the usual Valentine fare! |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/15/05 at 06:38 PM Love is what life is about. Good poem Mo...Charlie |
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