Reassembly Required

Styx, the bear metaphor is cool. Very Russian Literarure-y resembling the cycle of life, of good and bad and hibernations and renewals.

You, my friend, are the king of hearts. You paint words so delicately that they sigh on the page. April Thanksgiving. The blouse. The counting of dates. The segue of brown eyes, circus, bear all culminating in a really stellar extended metaphor.

You kick ass. This was lovely.

After writing a zillion word reply, I deleted it... Because, well crap.

Ever noticed how some people become afraid of truly happy?  It hits them on their awkward side.
They counter sincerity with caution.  It's as if they've trained themselves.  Because yeah, feelings can be brutal on us all.  Good stress can mix with bad stress, and it gets confused.  

So, nope.  Go all in. No risk it, no biscuit.  And I'm hungry again.

Thanks you.  You've too much stamina to be a queen.  You're an ace, all day.

Ah, damn, such a good build-up, I actually kinda cheered at the final line. Yessss, score!
Falling in love during conversation: is there really any other way? Maybe for some people, but not for me...
I just thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Beautiful work.
❤k

Thank you, k.  
I think there is more than one way to fall in love. It doesn't always follow proper channels.  Lol.
But me, I am sloth-slow.  Lol.  I'm not one to rush the deep stuff. It's scary shit!  
Yet I'm a bull at the gate.  Once it's opened, hell yeah.  

Your contemplative and soulful writing lends meaning to the site as a whole, a staple for me. Iove the intimate details such as the blouse, the unprepared smile, everything that lends it living dimensions. Your opening establishes tone, an honest confessional, something that will come from the heart. The interplay, shadow of other, is beautiful and inspired.

Thank you Daniel.
Ah, the first stanza sticks out like a sore toe to me.  Because the poem goes off in a whole different direction.  It wasn't intended this way at all.  It does establish a certain factor, the beginnjng, of where I'm sitting. Before redirecting to across the table, so to speak.  So, okay, the first stanza stays.  

It's easier to write doom and gloom too much, for me.  But I don't want that to be my epitaph as I die in darkness.  Lol.  I need this light, again. It feels good.

I hear you. I'm working on something new where I say, Every poem is my last poem. That's the kind of mindset I bring to it.

First stanza is an excellent opening to the writing I think, I often include separate introductions, intermezzo and coda, operatic formatting, to highlight the shape and direction.

I have no idea, the methods you describe in your second paragraph here. Lol.  Is that what I'm doing, too, unknowingly?  I just write and hope it reads well enough.  
I'm admittedly pretty ignorant with my education.  But I try to compensate with my knowledge.  It evens out, I hope?  

"Every poem is my last poem"- I say that myself most the time. Really.  

What I am describing is essentially the format of opera, I was told many times I was writing operas, so I learned about and began to utilize the formatting, began learning how to include background music, etc.

I wouldn't worry it brother, your writing is thoughtful, organic and has terrific emotional presence.

Dear S,

What I really enjoyed in this poem was the “simple” way love was struck. There were no super hero antics. No meet-cute scenarios. Just plain ole simple folk doing simple activities. Eating, and talking. I loved the analogy of the Eiffel Tower and that mean ole bear trying to invade. Super relatable stuff. The ending. Fantastic. Just enough sexy with lots of reader imagination thereafter. Beautiful write.
H🌷

Thank you, H.

Life is complicated enough. And we all have our histories and our quirks, and doubts, etc etc.  

Sometimes we just need to trust in things and let good things be actually good.  Who doesn't need some joy in their life?  

Metaphor City as I like to say sometimes, especially when reading you Styx.

So much to like

BIG

Thanks PS.

Someone, away from DUP, didn't even realize that the bear was purely metaphor.  They saw it as a loose animal from a circus.  Um, okay. Lol.  
Thanks for the props, amigo.  I'm still in here trying!  

Fucking hell.  

Where do we start.  

Firstly, reassembly required is the perfect set up for this poem. It implies that we are all a little broken and misplaced, and that sets the scene for this write perfectly.  

Falling into that first stanza which is perfectly framed by “how much time do you have…” - it adds this beautiful human edge to the thought, and also leads back to the title. We are all perfectly imperfect.  

We move into the most gorgeous set up to an everyday situation. And then the proclamation of falling in love with somebody during a conversation… I mean, I was all in by that point. And also a little fascinated. The times I’ve fallen in love with a pair of wrists, or a sentence  phrased in a particular way, or how they pull a pen from their hair… sometimes as a human you wonder if you’re the only one that thinks like that. I was somewhat relieved to discover I wasn’t unusual.  

Then we move into this fabulous metaphorical weaving of the image of the bear. And it becomes this piece of folklore almost. It might be the animist in me, but I’m a strong believer in the spirit of all things, and it felt magical - almost like a totem weaving it’s way through the story of an encounter. I mean all of that imagery - strength, visceral nature, even the vulnerability of hibernation. It’s all displayed here.  

And the end goes full circle, looping back to everything. The encounter. The circus tent. The bear. The connection. Adds this tremendous sense of union as it wraps everything in this big raggedy bow and simply says this is who I am.  

In all honesty, this is one of the best things I’ve read here in some time. So much so, I sat with it for like a week just taking it in before I dared trying to gather some thoughts on it.  

Thank you for sharing.  

-M

PS: I may have overshared. I do that.  

Hell, by all means, overshare!  
I was actually pretty iffy about posting this one as it is.  It doesn't stick with a steady flow at all, obviously.  But, eh, not everything always does.  
And you are not alone, Missy, with noticing the subtle things about a "certain someone", as you're absorbing them into your thoughts and all.  Those little intricacies are what makes them endearing.  Their mannerisms, their freckles, etc.  It's like we are doing the whole "build a bear" but for real.  
I've noticed something, too, being in DUP.  At times I've felt a write isn't up to par, yet I'm told the opposite.  Which reinforces me, obviously.   So thank you for this.
The depth of your reply took some time, I know.  I thank you lots for that.

Northern Soul   I have been sitting on it too.  Thank you for the perfect comment.  This is one i keep coming back to Styxian .  It is amazing

Hey Amber, thank you so much for saying that.  I truly appreciate it.  
Like I said prior,  I wasn't so sure about this one.  Your encouragement is my reward.  

Good confessional work here. Your feelings come across loud and clear.
Well done.

hugs,
buddhakitty.

Hey you.
I really appreciate your positive reinforcement of my efforts here.  I have one in drafts that I'm picking at. But it reads way too much like this one to me.  So I dunno if it will make the cut. Lol.
We will see eventually I guess.