Love's Diner

Going through the process of meeting someone, challenges, changes we may desire, breaking up, the heartache, how we go through it/then reconciling with the memory.

Love’s Diner

 

Scars are souvenirs platter, Gathered together in intricate patterns 

Upon once affectionate splatters while lying in an empty bed,

Wondering why he’s not there.

 

A mosaic reflecting perceptions tolerantly meticulously stained

By mounting manifestations of self-recognition,

Sculpting each other for a little bit of this and that:

If he would or wouldn’t all for the power of love.

Change: What a slow cooking pot of crock!

It is there or it is not.

 

Wondering, tediously analyzing situations to find blame,

Forgetting true love doesn’t ask or shame,

It gives pleasure and beauty blending the waves

Forming individual shapes unique and brave.

 

Denying the cascading resistance, like tumbleweeds rolling on the prairie,

There we go, flailing about like fish out of water dying inside, gasping for air,

The flattened earth dirtied thirsty and un-flattered,

Wondering why upon whines and cries we hold inside,

Like babies we want, we need, forcing pieces of a puzzle to fit,

That never did, not one bit.

 

Ignited by senses, smells, touches and tinder,

We play our games wishing for love: Is he,

 Is he?, my true, desperately seeking acceptance,

 until “Is he” becomes Izy, Izy, Izy and you’re worn out and dizzy.

 

But still amazed at the rattle of the rungs of his ladder,

Resisting rejection, seeking acceptance, the lure, the challenge,

We climb higher hoping for complimentary chatter, the smiles,

Of shilley- shalley.

 

The sweet potent scent of loves caressing powder,

Hesitant to call out the flaws, we shudder and quiver but eventually fall.

A hungry lusts’ evolution: a mugger, a bamboozler,

 Like when a blazing fire meets rain,

Or pulling at a rusty chain, the anchor is free, we finally surrender.

 

The sticky clusters of fantastical visions,

Evolve into reconciliation of once loving memories.

 

The Placenta of an affair falls like death at our door,

What a bloody mess, dying leisurely in aggregate,

Gradually crucified landing on glass laden floors.

The fragments strewn on our hard metal gutters,

Remnants lay in the confused voices of clutter.

 

Pains of heartache remain, a ballet lonely minds play,

Sometimes feeling like punishment we cannot sustain.

But IT IS Love’s Diner, nothing’s finer, with reconciliations’ blessing

The hurt disappears like yesterday’s leftovers of once sad matters.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is like sitting down for a meal...romance...appetizers, starting the main course, those side dishes of good and bad experience together, the end of the entree and then the dessert---either the good dessert that has us going to bed happy, or the bad dessert that makes us chuck up the entire meal...and then move on...
hurt is inevitable...it is how we bounce back, how we approach the next meal...
i like the metaphor carried throughout this piece...we must taste it to experience it---
i like what Ana said...

"food for thought"---

[Lydia Shutter]

What a splendid metaphor you carried throughout your write, Dale. Love's diner is a place we all want to visit, but often we leave with indigestion. You have taken us through all the courses and done so with great imagery. I enjoyed this one. Lydi**

[Happy hours]

I'm going to share this piece of writing...excellent

[Pushkar Prabhat]

A La Carte Menu.
with bold written: Bon appetite
brilliant write.
nothing gets better than this( unless you write it :p)
i loved it so very much Mam!!!
:)

[willweb]

Wow, I'll have the blue plate special. This was wild Dale. The menu you have placed on our table is filled with delicious and maybe not so healthy choices. This was really good.

[ANTO]

"Like when a blazing fire meets rain," - i really like this line Dale - it reminded me of the pictures of molten lava meeting the sea and from thenceforth new lands and islands are created . Perhaps loves diner is also the place where loves lands can be constructed.
I feel this is your best yet - thanks for sharing

[Confuser]

Wow, Anto, that makes me smile; grinning like a baboon! Wait till you check out the crazy (&*&( I just wrote. Haven't posted it. LOL, send me some RR; I don't know what I haven't read, anyway, tkx. Dale - your review sounds like delicious poetry! So well said....

[ANTO]

I have seen those baboons grinning with their big red faces - oh wait (...what...thats not their face...) oh dear - I've done it again
sorry Dale

[Confuser]

You're so funny; and so right on - Ha I like to see them in those hot springs/ mean little ...well buggers let it all hang out.....

[ANTO]

ell i dont want to lower the tone of your page Dale - (but i will - you know that already - so soz in advance) but the baboons in our safari park have a unique way of competing with the window washing squeegee guy that stand at the stop lights. I'l say no more...

[Confuser]

Oh man, Anto, the visual's got me laughing and a little snort, woke up my dog; they are some ugly as....well you know....I hate to say it; but would love to see it. Only seen them in the zoo - mezmerized as a kid, didn't know what the hell was going on; remember my mother pulling me away....

[fitz Roberts]

For got to rare lol a 100 ofcourse

[fitz Roberts]

Wow honestly I have to say its like a statement in every word the passion how it all goes together every line leads to the next to compliment the first line it could be a rap and a song it's passionate staem ent good read can't wait to work with you just mail me

[M.E.Lyle]

I don't know about this, I mean, am I dessert or the main entree? Am I to be devoured or spit aside. What is this crazy love that punishes then rewards. Love is a scary place to be.
I love the way you write. There's that word again. I don't have a description for it, I just know I like it.

[Fran Marie]

A very creative piece of poetry using clever metaphor..Love's Diner offers a tricky menu ..one we should look over carefully before choosing ...well done..

[dan]

Confuser, Your writing contains multiple layers which cascade beautifully down toward the conclusion. You have a gift; your choices in wording are impeccable. I enjoyed reading this a great deal. Thank you for allowing me (all of us) the opportunity to read such a fine write. Very nicely done! take care...riki