I am friendly with gratitude that love has dropped by, but numb, lacking finesse in this sweater that lets the cold wander the worn elbows from a drift of snow. I opened this door because I thought I heard the call of Spring. There was a slight sound, as blue as a robin's egg falling from a high branch. I took a chance. I opened the door to icicles breaking small spears on the stone step. I opened the door to winter, disguised in an overcoat pushing hard hands into the heated gloom. Love had her back turned, staring out the window in another room.
At this stage of the game, we're not going to the prom, we're not looking for a date, and we're not sucker for need or words or anything that flashes or sparkles; only a friend will do; only a heart that fits our own like two pieces of a puzzle, in a two piece puzzle.
What I like about your poem is always the honest approach.. and the lyrical beauty which sounds utterly natural and a simple meaning... which is very deep in its core.
Talk about your apt metaphors! We have six inches of snow, sleeting now and expecting another six inches of snow this week-end! I have foot long icicles clinging from my guttering. As for the "love" thing, I believe in the love of God, dogs, children and a few close friends. I'm surely not going chasing after romance...been there, done that..got the tee shirt. lol
"Love is patient, love is kind" who ever said that has not lived in modern times, today many treat it like fast food... excellent write on the complications of love.
At this stage of the game, we're not going to the prom, we're not looking for a date, and we're not sucker for need or words or anything that flashes or sparkles; only a friend will do; only a heart that fits our own like two pieces of a puzzle, in a two piece puzzle.
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