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.

[Brandon Langley]

I saw the first line, and then I was slightly disappointed when the second line wasn't "Baby, don't hurt me." But, all Haddaway references aside, this cryptic yet beautiful poem reflects on life so well that if I continue reviewing it much longer, I might just ruin it.

[ChemicalMadness]

Third stanza is the strongest for me...subjective, I know, but it hit home with me the most. Shine too much light on anything and you generally end up with something useless...not much can live, let alone thrive, under the stark harshness of bright lights. There is romance in the spaces between and the dim lit corners...

maybe gallery quality isn't real at all.....no none wants to live under the constant scrutiny of a museum-crowd gaze....now, do they?

CM.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Perhaps some of us do... :) No, in all honesty, I think that the point of this one was the idea of love not being fully understood until it is too late...until that realization hits you like a slap in the face, you know? But then again, I'm a cynic.

[ChemicalMadness]

you're a cynic? huh. hadn't pegged you ;)

[Richard]

fantastic !
and then ... fantastic :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You are too kind, my friend.