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Maze
Your love is like a labyrinth
Dark fire, blood clots...
It hurts me when you speak
When you are silent,
I am scared and cold
Not in words, not in tears,
Neither war nor prayer
It's all in vain,
there's no way out
From the maze
I know there is no way out
A network of turns and dead ends
In the eternal foreboding of new loss
It hurts me when you're far away
It hurts even more when you're around
No obedient stupidity
Not a desperate cry
All in vain - no way out
From the maze
You know there is no way out
I guess it will be difficult for me
To fully understand your bitter truth
But since this is possible in this world
I will love our dead tomorrow
Nor a bloody spell
Not a hopeful prayer
All in vain - no way out
From the maze
We know there is no way out
Dark fire, blood clots...
It hurts me when you speak
When you are silent,
I am scared and cold
Not in words, not in tears,
Neither war nor prayer
It's all in vain,
there's no way out
From the maze
I know there is no way out
A network of turns and dead ends
In the eternal foreboding of new loss
It hurts me when you're far away
It hurts even more when you're around
No obedient stupidity
Not a desperate cry
All in vain - no way out
From the maze
You know there is no way out
I guess it will be difficult for me
To fully understand your bitter truth
But since this is possible in this world
I will love our dead tomorrow
Nor a bloody spell
Not a hopeful prayer
All in vain - no way out
From the maze
We know there is no way out
Published 4th Nov 2020
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4th Nov 2020 9:36pm
There seems to be a merging of the conscience by the end of the piece. Yes love can be compared to a maze having so many twist and turns, ins and outs. two individual it so many differences trying to find an honest common ground. Lots of probabilities there's math involved of another kind, tight piece Boo
4th Nov 2020 9:45pm
Very true, so many possibilities; the math can indeed be very confusing. We are always searching for the right path. :) I thought you might like this one, I am still in a dark frame of mind, and I really appreciate your comment.
4th Nov 2020 10:00pm
This poem is heart wrenching and has universal appel. I'm sure there are many others out there that can relate to your poem besides me. This is great stuff!
5th Nov 2020 4:14pm
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4th Nov 2020 10:04pm
I think that part of the maze of love is to be found in the simple fact that each of us keeps changing...sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Some years back I had a Zen teacher who liked to dissect words...once she brought up the word "trust" and had us all sit with it as a koan. She didn't care for the word when it came to love, as what it meant on most occasions was simply an expression of fear...I trust you not to change...not to hurt me...not to leave me...not to be unfaithful, etc...it was a valuable lesson I think. Great ink Kristina.
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
5th Nov 2020 4:20pm
Thank you so much for sharing that story. I have always found zen very interesting and I can see her point regarding trust and it's meaning in the context of love. I think I will sit with it as a koan and see what comes to me. :) Thanks again for the comment Harry. 💖
4th Nov 2020 10:48pm
5th Nov 2020 4:17pm
I am not sure there is a way out of the maze but we are always looking. Each turn bringing something new. Thanks for the comment Phantom. 💖
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5th Nov 2020 11:28pm
I find something comforting in your comment and in the peace of the cold corridors, alone and searching. Perhaps you also find some solace in the steely chill of a winding ice cave. I am happy that this one hit in the right spot. You will find the recent ones quite different from the older ones but perhaps you will find something you like there also. 💖
7th Nov 2020 4:54am
Dear K,
Reading your poem the first time put to mind very clearly why I find love so difficult. I hate mazes. I am a straight road, no twisty turns sort of gal! I thank you for this illumination. I get it, nothing is meant to last forever and we all morph as we grow but I hate it. I hope you find solace in the zen approach. I’d appreciate it greatly if you were comfortable to share your findings with me and if it worked. I feel like an awful stick in the mud but your write is fantastic! I am still reeling how this piece has cleared up a life time of disillusionment for me.
I’d curtsy to you if I didn’t already know I’d tumble over but I’m applauding wildly your thoughtful piece. H🌷
Reading your poem the first time put to mind very clearly why I find love so difficult. I hate mazes. I am a straight road, no twisty turns sort of gal! I thank you for this illumination. I get it, nothing is meant to last forever and we all morph as we grow but I hate it. I hope you find solace in the zen approach. I’d appreciate it greatly if you were comfortable to share your findings with me and if it worked. I feel like an awful stick in the mud but your write is fantastic! I am still reeling how this piece has cleared up a life time of disillusionment for me.
I’d curtsy to you if I didn’t already know I’d tumble over but I’m applauding wildly your thoughtful piece. H🌷
7th Nov 2020 10:36pm
And again you leave me speechless with your profound comment. I am not sure I will make any progress with zen but I will be happy to share if I do. Thank you so much for the incredibly meaningful feedback and compliment. 💖 xoxo
18th Nov 2020 3:58pm
The lack of communication, building up walls and creating a maze can certainly make anyone feel lost and cold. You've conveyed that very clearly here, it's heartbreaking and sad.
Nicely done Kristina.
Nicely done Kristina.
18th Nov 2020 7:26pm
Thank you so much for the comment, you have interpreted things perfectly again. I really appreciate your feedback a lot. 💖
24th Nov 2022 11:02pm
This (and all your pieces) are easily read, without pretense. They express what much of today's contemporary verse does not...there is sadness, joy and an easily emoted and absorbed message. It seems as though we are reading a diary, written without "rule" constraints, but so much more real than vacuous Instapoems. Excellent!
