Rose Elegies (IV)

An odd sensation this, 

bending over backwards 

to keep myself from tumbling 

head over heals out of love; 

out of Eden, south bound lane

exits to Perdition. 

Maybe this time, this maybe 

ends in the maybe I’ll stay;

I find some way to keep us

out of the ditch, headed north

toward the open country 

cordillera of a sunrise --

where we discover a clarity, 

how much the eyes can see 

once opened to the diaphanous 

contagion of communication. 

How do I say: I love you

before you say: hasta luego. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

As I once read, love is a decision and a commitment-which I think true after the pheremones subside.
I brought up my only concern in a note.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

Truthfully, I am not certain to who these elegies speak to. I suppose on one level they are my own working through of appetites, and penchant for self-destruction. They are not specific to any one, or should I say, individaully so, but could be to the stems of relationships I scattered along the way. They are definitely not speaking to Muse, or my present contentment, or commitment. But the inner monologue with my younger self seems to be a road I am traveling at the moment. And I find it fascinating in many ways: wiser, but not necessarily in a quantifiable way, it's more akin to simply saying "I told you so"

[Betty Hermelee]

A poem on the bright side...but don't tumble over; head over heels in love; how do one express it in words, without being too "pushy"....once out in the open, where the sky meets the horizon...so much more can develop...words, eyes communicate by themselves; able to see so much more...then conversation....those three precious words...just say them... and three will be no "Hasta luego"..
This poem is quirky in its own way, love it!
Best, B

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks betty

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome!!
Best, B