Love is a Triangle

Balanced sustenance –
a recipe I seek, but
my mate is needy,
treasures extremes,
pulls, tugs – despite
the resistance,
the doubt,
I will succeed.

Triangular,
this relationship –
I hold one corner,
a loyal staple, while
he runs on sentiment,
questions mechanics,
manipulates,
threatens to tear
us apart, but
our love –
the pinnacle –
keeps us in check.

(Do you ever write a poem, tuck it away, and then discover it later, with no remembrance of the words or process?  Such is this poem for me.  No idea what spurred it and yet, here it is.  Thought I’d share it anyway.  Thanks for reading. Image is from personal collection.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

23 thoughts on “Love is a Triangle”

  1. First of all, I enjoyed the poem and I’m glad you stumbled upon it and shared. To answer your question, yes, I often find poems or drafts of poems and I wonder where in the world did that come from? In fact, to be honest sometimes I will revise a draft and even wonder where the final product came from. 🙂 I guess we, as poets, are conduits for universe’s expression.

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  2. Chuckling at your question – several years back I began adding to the .doc for each poem a note about date written and what was influencing me at the time … MANY times when I read back I STILL cannot connect to what on earth prompted my attitude! Grin and go on …

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