Love?

mischievous, isn't it?

this thing called love

it's the least reliable thing

I've come to know

or not know at all

in fact

making us whole

then leaving us empty

the missing piece we never knew we lacked

and suddenly everything seems possible

more possible that it had ever seemed before

gosh

I thought I was just fine on my own

how utterly wrong I was

in denial of this thing songs sing about

suddenly now I know what they all mean

until that space is replaced

that one we can hardly stand

goodness - now I know how lacking feels

and it gets worse every time

love

it sneaks up on you like the tides of the night sky

trundling in silently whilst your back is turned

slithering down the sandy turrets built many moons ago

whirling in the pits of a depth you'd not quite known before 

quenching a thirst you hadn't understood until now

filling you full to the brim 

right until the walls cave in

and bricks of sand come tumbling down

leaving cracks in the foundations

slowly love escapes

your thirst is as dry as the desert itself

and what remains is the space

the one you had carried for so long 

but never knew you owned

and suddenly

can no longer bear

 

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I like to appreciate and admire the most creative parts in a poem, the metaphor you crafted of love filling in and receding as tides is super fab to read and the entire turret stanza of love sneaking in at night and filling spaces is great metaphoric comparison indeed. Kudos for this awesome muse on love , love is like that for many in many parts of the world.

Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

[Laura Kate]

It's lovely to read your comments and feedback, Zaynab. Thank you! Looking forward to visiting your page again soon.

[T.S. Ulmus]

The "it sneaks up on you..." stanza is so beautifully lyrical. The whole piece is good but that chunk really leapt out at me. To be young and believe in love, what an amazing thing!

[Laura Kate]

Thank you, T.S. It is my favourite part too, came from a different place than the rest. Thanks for your kind review.

[barleygirl]

I love this poem for many reasons. First, unlike so many love poems that are vanilla & predictable, your message is all over the place, hopping with dynamic sass from one idea to another. Second, I love that you speak of the heartbreak side of love without making it sound like a big whiny pain. Instead, there's a tone of acceptance, taking the good with the bad. The verse starting: "the missing piece we never knew we lacked" is one of the most authentic things I've seen written about the way love can sneak up on a person. Delightful balance between being independently minded, but also admitting when one is bowled over (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laura Kate]

Thank you so much, Margie. From now on I will refer to any and all confusion related to matters of the heart as ' dynamic sass'!

Fondest wishes,
Laura.

[Paul Bell]

Love, it really should come with a health warning.
I love you, lets get married, house, children, utopia.
Darling there's a lawyer on the phone who says he's got a 3 point plan.
I know, Paul, you're 1 point, and me and him are 2, goodbye. She'll be back.

[Laura Kate]

Health warnings and looking glasses.
Thanks for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love, can never be defined. Each of us had different taste and different view of love.
love
"it sneaks up on you like the tides of the night sky
trundling in silently whilst your back is turned
slithering down the sandy turrets built many moons ago
whirling in the pits of a depth you'd not quite known before
quenching a thirst you hadn't understood until now
filling you full to the brim "
I do understand and like the above lines. When love find you. Hard to escape from. Love is a whirlpool of emotions. We will drown in love emotions or find peace. Hello LouBelle. Happy New Year and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Laura Kate]

You're right, Coyote. It can be very difficult to bring our heads above love! Thank you for reading, and for sharing your thoughts.
Laura.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome dear LouBelle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

When we are not "in love" there is definitely something missing in our lives, even when we don't realize it.
Reading your poem reminded me of something.
After being in love so many times in my life, and getting much older, I absolutely still know nothing
about it...I am still an idiot, a fool...I could write a new book..."Love for Dummies"---
j.

[Laura Kate]

We gain something we never knew we needed, and then we lose it, leaving us with a longing of something we somehow now understand we can't live without. It's perplexing! I don't think we're supposed to understand it. Perhaps you could write a book about that!
Thank you, Jacob, and Happy New Year!

[Kent Rawski]

This is an indepth look at what takes place in a place we hadn't seen. Certainly a mystery unbridled passions can be lifted to new heights as we learn a new mastery of our own soul. Truly to love is an extraordinary feat

[Laura Kate]

Quite right you are, to love is a feat. How many of us are truly up to the task, I wonder!

[Kent Rawski]

To cross an ocean to feel passion at our fingertips love at our lips

[LazerRays]

Ah love. Our biggest wesknes and strongest at the same time.

[Laura Kate]

Quite right, Saree! Thanks for reading.