Lust ignores warning signals
fancies itself a savvy consumer
commits minor infractions with
confidence, sidestepping anxiety.
Loneliness, nearsighted, shops
without discernment, fails to
recognize that all life is transient
and patience is the key to harmony.
Love – the main attraction – is not
a lone chauffeur, nor a self-serving
commander, feeding off helplessly
dis-abled hearts bordering insanity
nor is it initiated by determination
a product of drive – brokenness
barreling through hurt’s congestion
misinterpreting openings. The path
to intimacy requires compliance,
obeys service, calms egos, a slow
non-consumer-based passage –
no bargains in the commitment dept.
(Love in Aisle Nine first appeared here in December, 2017. Image is my own.)
I love the extended metaphor!
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Thanks Luanne!
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Amazing piece, VJ!
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Thank you!
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😊 Welcome!
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This poem sounds as though it came from some deep, dark nights of the soul. I take heart in the image of the swans.
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You are not far off, Liz. It came from a dream.
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Ah, then a churning subconscious kind of poem.
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Loved it!
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Thank you.
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Thanks for sharing this.
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Appreciate your kind words.
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A powerful write! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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