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1: 01: Overture - Composition on Maintaining True Love
It was through death I learned of True Love,
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness.
You are still here through vibration of sound-
and yet I cannot touch your physical form
anymore than I can hold the wind tangling my hair…
I can only touch the result: that thing the wind moves.
Sometimes I felt dragged, as yesterday’s daydreams
remembering, remembering always you are gone.
But, though you have descended you have risen
to remain my encouragement; you are within me
and here shall remain for eternity…seeds have taken root
in my heart despite your seeming absence.
I believe it is the cycle of love, indestructibly growing
dreams from those seeds through living words.
Love is an eternal vibration I now feel---
the pervasive humming of light is how I know you.
It is the space, the separation that makes us:
the known unknown fading from form
to another, always returning to continue---
as one wind follows the other, and more water
flows under the bridge of new moments,
True Love is becoming the story despite circumstance
it is immortality through the sharing of words.
~
PoetsRevenge
PoetsRevenge is an amazingly intense poet who couples human mortality with spiritual immortality. She takes the unmaking of life to portray it is that very unmaking which makes us who we are. I have always been in awe of her writing ability to delve deeply into topics we may not want to face. She stirs the uncomfortable inside us with hope and adds love with words.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/PoetsRevenge/
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness.
You are still here through vibration of sound-
and yet I cannot touch your physical form
anymore than I can hold the wind tangling my hair…
I can only touch the result: that thing the wind moves.
Sometimes I felt dragged, as yesterday’s daydreams
remembering, remembering always you are gone.
But, though you have descended you have risen
to remain my encouragement; you are within me
and here shall remain for eternity…seeds have taken root
in my heart despite your seeming absence.
I believe it is the cycle of love, indestructibly growing
dreams from those seeds through living words.
Love is an eternal vibration I now feel---
the pervasive humming of light is how I know you.
It is the space, the separation that makes us:
the known unknown fading from form
to another, always returning to continue---
as one wind follows the other, and more water
flows under the bridge of new moments,
True Love is becoming the story despite circumstance
it is immortality through the sharing of words.
~
PoetsRevenge
PoetsRevenge is an amazingly intense poet who couples human mortality with spiritual immortality. She takes the unmaking of life to portray it is that very unmaking which makes us who we are. I have always been in awe of her writing ability to delve deeply into topics we may not want to face. She stirs the uncomfortable inside us with hope and adds love with words.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/PoetsRevenge/
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