Runes of Love

Runes of Love

A Poem by Mark
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Perhaps the biggest impetus to understanding is the utter failure of communication. Confusion is a vault door opaque and impenetrable to one person, invisible to the one who holds its keys.

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I got lost in the math of your heart.
I wandered, days untold
past white boards filled 
in red figures and arcane runes.

I tried in vain to decipher
the path to your love.
Thirsty and hungry I weakened
while passion and pain eluded me.

I got lost in the math of your heart.
I can not find my way.
The shadows of these equations
need your illumination.

© 2012 Mark


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Hi Mark, This is such an intellegent poem in its conveying of such a simple conundrum. The way we fail to communicate and expect the other person to make the message make sense without adding colour and perspective.

Posted 12 Years Ago


sometimes the answers of the heart aren't easy to solve like math, we might get lost to its infinity or found another way to leads us to contentment's door...
I like this!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


What depth of feeling Mark, beautifully expressed. Math and love are so frustrating (but satisfying when cracked!).

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thank you Claire, its really great when someone gets what I'm writing ;)
Read this twice, wondered at the way you've phrased, carefully, pausing, feeling how it is .. maybe it's time to have extra lessons in math .. a little tuition from the one who'll undoubtedly explain those equations. Only a thought, not meant flippantly. Great phrase that, ' i got lost in the math of your heart' ..

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

I'm always looking for lessons, unfortunately the right teacher has eluded me so far. :) Thank you .. read more

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