3, and a Half Questions

 I

What makes you love me, not now,

but then before we ever knew it was love?

Why did you settle in the morning light

of spare change to spring for a coffee--

when I hadn't yet committed your memory

to the tongue a familiar favored name?

II

I sometimes imagine my life at sea

in a misplaced scow

drifting hard from the horizon

towards the great dropping off edge--

where would I have sailed had you

not sounded a warning Sailor take care?

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Reviews

[softlyfall]

This is so unique, the siren savior. Truly a different love poem. I love that image.
I read the first stanza three times until I could read it perfectly. It's beautiful.
The second stanza reads very easily and conjures up such a great image. It reminds me of one of my favorited episodes of one of my favorite tv shows...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKkYxpwlPEw

[Ken e Bujold]

glad you enjoyed Soft. And that you took the time to read, re-read, and re-read the opening stanza. That half question is one of significant importance.

ken

[W. Barrett Munn]

Finding true care is what we have chosen to call love. It is not love; it is that we care. All else is indifference. It is a pity English only has one word for love; had we more there surely would have been fewer divorces, fewer wars, more brotherly love. More Caring.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

I sometimes think the exact opposite. If the language held fewer words we might learn to use them better. To intuit the true precision of what we feel, without the options of dancing around our emotions.
As to your opening thought: love in youth is too often confused with lust. In middle age it's an urge to hedge old age. by old age, if lucky, it is the understanding that life is a meal best shared with one who appreciates the banquet

[Miss Sharon]

(Sailor take care)Indeed my friend. Take care. ~Sharon

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you Sharon. I will take care indeed, she is here to ensure that I do