An Epitaph to Love

Life is fragil.
One small mishap
and it's over...

I need not bore the eye
with details or examples.
It suffices to say,
each breath is a gift,
reminding us how tenuous a thread
the next breath hangs.

Is love no less fragile?
Yet the flesh dies not
while it houses a rotting corpse
of love lost;
hope snuffed cold...

One kiss birthed love
planting hope
in the soil of flesh entwined.
Since two became one,
one no longer is
becoming of me.

Is death not less sorrow?
For when the flesh dies,
does the soul not then find peace
of a certain eternity?
Yet when love is ripped loose
the invisible wound never heals;
even as the flesh limps on bravely,
stubborn to pretend
hope might flicker warmth into a soul
broken loose from the sap of life.

And love pushes upward
through the dark soil
bloodied with unimaginable pain;
a seedling born of forgotten fruit.
Thus can the body know love
born new and unfamiliar,
even as the epitaph
of all that was lost
feeds meaning to cold stone.

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

this is a simply stunning! exquisite use of vocabulary and profound word-weaving...
as i was reading this...i must say, while reading this... this honestly reminds me of listening to a fleetwoodmac song...this stands out *for me* particularly:

" Is love no less fragile?
Yet the flesh dies not
while it houses a rotting corpse
of love lost;
hope snuffed cold...

One kiss birthed love
planting hope
in the soil of flesh entwined.
Since two became one,
one no longer is
becoming of me.

Is death not less sorrow?
For when the flesh dies,
does the soul not then find peace
of a certain eternity?
Yet when love is ripped loose
the invisible wound never heals;
even as the flesh limps on bravely,
stubborn to pretend
hope might flicker warmth into a soul
broken loose from the sap of life."

-- leaves an indelible impression upon readers. so glad i re visited your
ink. thanks for sharing ~ X

[David Scott]

Thank you kindly for your comments and encouragement.
I am glad the write was somewhat compelling. It is odd to look back and reads the tomb stone of ones own love...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A heart is the most resilient thing God ever created. Great read sir.

I really loved this part

Is death not less sorrow?
For when the flesh dies,
does the soul not then find peace
of a certain eternity?

[David Scott]

Thank you for the encouraging words Dale. Yes, we are wonderfully made. :)

[...]

Love is the sacred root of life. Even as one lived and died, another is dying to live. Hibernation is the process of things. Hope is buried it seems, but love is perennial even as the flesh is annual. It will bloom again in the season of things. The irony of loves beauty is it's need to grow...never-ending, "God" is love :)
Your words and your heart are deeply rooted...living...touching

[David Scott]

Thank you for the kind words and gentle conversation over the topic. You are a good friend to me. May love find you well.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Love and life and the deep truths connected with these two have been inter-weaved and presented in a very exquisite manner. Love is immortal, soul is immortal, this flesh is not. Very profound and engaging. Keep writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all of the invisible is quite visible to the heart itself...

needs no body decay and decomposition to deteriorate in its own way, when love dies...

we die with it...just a bit harder to see the corpse.

this is so good...

j.

[David Scott]

Once again, I get the feeling you understand me better than words can convey. Thank you for the response Jacob.