The Tiniest of Tempests

edit 12/1/15

So, grasshopper....

What is love / to someone who is complaining?

Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding

Or commanding Bounded feet

Pushing.

Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business

Pushing.

Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning?

Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming

To speak not for himself

Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god

What is it without making / any sense? /

Having no reason?

What is love if only a word /

Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs

So to speak / a word / whispers...

Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /

Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda

"Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious"

You will OBEY

Says snickers /

Harangue of commands

The replete of a single word / repeat

"Believe"

On and on / carrying calm

And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath

Vampyric      Parasitic     Abuzz

Without purpose but swarm

Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice

Cherish just a starving word

So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept

distant. Unproven / underserved

The point is moot /

What is love  / To you?

Without proof Without life

What are eyes without the light ?

What is love if nothing /  If never born

A mind Emotes  /  Felt / swells / Love ....

The tiniest of tempests

One thought becomes a storm

Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears

Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?

No doubt It is to know love

And so... What is a good word?      

Truth (the word of god)

Namaste

The eyes wordlessly say

Love light: Our beautiful day.

With every storm loud with thunder

A serenity found /  Amidst All Life's blunders

So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found.

Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.

The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream

breathless heart you must plunder.

Fight fire not with fire, but with water

that which you can have but cannot hold...

and what is love

if not sharing a drink

like every storm

we all are wet underneath

like every heart must sometimes think

we will wake already ashore

inhale this gift - the perfect time is now

because this is love, grasshopper

and we are the tempest

the hearts who think...

This must be love

having been

given everything?

my cup is filled by heaven's rain

no fear for storms but war and pain...

and love is there leaping with / in /

you.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! i am an old man and can not run fast anymore .. your poem leaves me a bit breathless .. lots of humanity woven throughout .. god ..which i call God .. seems in the fringe of the tumult ... tumult and chaos it is for sure ... but the answer escapes us in this one ... but what about this? ;)

"1 Corinthians 13:4-7New International Version (NIV)
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
love and peace and joy
E.

[Butch Decatoria]

Amen to that. And Namaste to you. You already know... thank you for reading and commenting with heart felt enthusiasm.

Love is the tiniest of temptests, Love is god, within/out of you...

[Einstein Noodle]

:)..... so we sojourn down the road together eh?! come what may!! :)))

[Lyn Anderson]

Welcome home grasshopper. Okay, I am home.:)