Gallery Quality Love

what is love

if not an unfinished line

a participle dangling her feet in the water  

a noun searching for his lost adjective

a tree without the tall?

 

it is a secret

half filled by illusory hope

left to idle between the white lines

of a street with too many dull lights

too many signs yelling stop

 

i can’t shake the feeling

that my shades are always half drawn

because too much sunlight

would ruin this romance

 

we are better like this

lost in the disorder of not knowing

because the alternative would jar us

into a sharp realization that life mimics art 

 

and maybe our art 

just isn’t gallery quality

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh there are so many lines, that are so brilliant in this one Sarah, great metaphorical insight, and creativity. This write tells me, it's about love, and love that is too late, or not worth it to hang as beautiful in this gallery, but maybe better, because, all that hangs there, isn't private... and sometimes, a silence between two, can make things much better... again a write that makes you think, and ponder, loved reading it.

- Elisa

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Elisa, you are always such a kind and consistent reviewer. I appreciate you so much :)

You're ever so welcome, I appreciate you too my dear friend, keep on writing to us, and yourself, we need you here. :) xx it was a beautiful piece.

[Steven]

i personally dont believe love is dependent on intercourse or beauty. i believe its a discernment to people have always in the back of their mind. its the thing that doesn't allow us to keep fighting and helps us stop and doing something nice for the other always a moments' pause in anything that reminds us of the us. the writing is good but i dont believe such a thing is brittle to any other influence but the two involved. outside sources just adapt to the quality.

[Jef]

When I read it, I imagined a love that never took off and should have. There was not enough traction in the relationship to flourish. Let me know if I am off, thank you for the opportunity to read your poem.

[Jef]

When I read it, I imagined a love that never took off and should have. There was not enough traction in the relationship to flourish. Let me know if I am off, thank you for the opportunity to read your poem.

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Lots of creativity here about love. And sometimes our relationships arent fit for the gallery. Nice poem!

[bluessadmood]

I really loved this..
Lovely write

[Rikkevi Rue]

I always read and review poetry on 3 levels:

1-The spiritual/philosophical level. Does the piece embrace my aesthetic sensibilities and ignite them
2-The emotional level. Does it evoke an emotional response in me, am I drawn into the drama and feelings of the writer? Has he succeeded at getting me caught up in his own personalized play?
3- The literary level. Are his words and similes, feints and rhymes compellingly articulate, original and freshly creative. What is the degree of professionalism involved?

Harsh standards of judgement perhaps!

You my dear, excel in all three categories. The gift of the really great writers in my opinion, is that they have achieved an adequate degree of technical proficiency that they are freed from the mechanical aspects of writing and can now roam the fields of artistic expression unencumbered, and exploit the fertile fields and verdant hills of creativity unchained.

Ride on! 'top your Muses horse Girl Friday, this writer is eager to hear the reports of all you find in those flowered fields!

(lay version: I think your writing is awesome and you really know how to get your points across artfully! ;)

[Michael G. Smith]

Wonderful analogies of the simplest yet most complicated of emotions.

[Philip Muls]

I just love the ending 'and maybe our art just isn’t gallery quality'. You want to protect your art from scrutiny, from too much sunlight. You want it to be private, your own brand of art. Because others might misinterpret, judging...

Well done. Authentic.
Could you review mine.

[Brett Pritchard]

Nice. I like it.
Romanticism of the insecurity that can keep sometimes prevent from fully opening ourselves up to another person. Sometimes the light you speak of seems safer if it's behind curtains, but no less beautiful.

Nice piece!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

I like your art of defining the love...