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Doesn't Anyone
by Jeffrey ParrenDoesnt anyone write about
Butterflies
Excluding the picnic with the loved one
Including the wonderfully brilliant strips of color
Excluding the fact that the loved one caught it on their finger
Including how it transforms from an icky worm to a thing of beauty?
Doesnt anyone write about
Stars
Simply because they are wondrous and hot
Not because you looked at them while making love
Simply because they magically make you wonder about the future
Not because they make you wonder about love and how it is out of this world?
Doesnt anyone write about
Relationships
With themselves, how spiritually they connect with themselves
Without including a loved one as a source of power of two as one
With their souls, meditating and finding their own true meaning to the word self
Without mentioning how much all the pain was worth it? As if the pain was assumed?
04/21/2005
Author's Note: I've just been reading a lot of love poems lately, and I am the farthest away from love I have ever been in my life...burned twice, shame on me. Now the folly is on all the future women, for I am charred remains of a romantic...
Posted on 04/21/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/22/05 at 04:23 AM I've been scorched more than twice, but still won't give up on love. The last stanza says it all, because the most important relationship someone should have is with themself - get comfortable there first. Good work, Jeffrey. The images are excellent and I like the opposing lines.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/23/05 at 10:20 AM Jeffrey, I don't want anyone to show up at my door with flowers or candy. They can just have their arms outstretched and a huge smile on their face. If they feel they MUST bring a gift of some sort .... SHOES ... size 6.
Seriously though, being a hopeless romantic and being burned twice is all the more reason to move on and find yourself and someone who can love you as much as you love them. Love is miraculous and your poem shows many miracles among the charred remains.
I enjoyed your poem a lot. |
| Posted by Tricia Marie Miel on 04/25/05 at 05:41 AM I love reading this. it's true that the moment you weave someone into a memory and then preserve that memory in a poem, you confine it to a finite place and time. sometimes it helps to see the beauty of the bigger picture... how the concepts of stars, butterflies, and relationships are beautiful in themselves, whether experienced with a loved one, vicariously, or individually. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/10/05 at 02:05 AM Welcome aboard Jeffrey. Striking format (line formation). Sharp imagery with unusual take on common subjects. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/19/05 at 11:28 PM welcome to the site :) very well organized and a beautiful poem about stopping and smelling the roses...being hurt burnt by love is terrible and so is being ont he backburner :( |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/16/07 at 01:40 PM random favorite today...really glad this one popped up. This is one of your best, my dear. |
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