BareA Poem by Gordon PurkisThis is one of those ones where you dance all around what you want to say but alas there are no words...It is in ghosts
that we seek to find that which is not there. Love is not a face. Beauty maybe but not love. Love is not a beautiful face that you see when you come up the stairs and see it there, looking back at you. Love is something different – youth has a pretty face but but not love – it wears no mask no paint. Love wears no visage no countenance. What I see when I see the face of youth is only youth, perhaps beauty too but not love. There is nothing for you to see in its eyes. It cannot look at you and you cannot look at it though you have eyes and only through eyes can you see what you look toward which is nothing really. So take it for what it is: a face, be it beauty or youth or both but do not take it for love for love wears no face. It speaks not either though it has lips, young, beautiful lips that make up a mouth. You can try to make it say something with a kiss but it’s only flesh against flesh and it does not see or speak or hear any of the desperate soul-speak that love could say if it had words to say it – if it could be anything so little as words, to say it would be untrue because words do not speak of love only love speaks, without words. Words are pretty, youthful somethings to describe your face your lips your eyes but they do not equal love they fall short like my promises like my eyes which do deceive me into thinking that I can see your face and call it love. © 2009 Gordon PurkisReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 5, 2009 AuthorGordon PurkisAlpharetta, GAAboutI have been blessed/cursed with the poetic imperative since the onset of my teens...it continues to get worse. I am also the editor of two poetry magazines, Mastodon Dentist and Nefarious Ballerina. I.. more..Writing
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