what it is

meaning

does not commence

or perish

at the edge of longing

but in love

reaching for itself

Author's Note

i think my spelling error of "parish" for "perish" led many of my reviewers to think these few word had a different, and perhaps a more significant 'meaning' than it does. apologies...

Reviews

[M. Shepherd]

I love how you've personified love here - in a way that gives it the agency to exist because it so desires. That in the glorious symbiotic relationship humans have with love, it brings meaning to our lives. I've heard love described as a free flowing energy that comes and goes as it pleases, and I like that. This piece suggests babies wanting to be born or trees wanting to sprout. And that we have a choice, to slap away the hand of love or take hold of it and grip it firmly with our hearts.

[Ed Hart]

thank you dear Marcie, you always make me feel 'well read'

[p lawrence]

Elegance resides in brevity. You've done that here. Beautifully done.

[Ed Hart]

it's always nice to find a person of substance on the path

[Coyote Poetry]

Simple statements left reader with something to think about. A amazing poem my friend.
Coyote

[Ed Hart]

i like finding your 'old-timer' footprints on my page

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm still here my friend. I hope you are doing well.

[iand63]

Globalisation is untenable as it cannot contain everyone; but that doesn't stop us wanting and attempting.

[Ed Hart]

the 'real' world is lived at the level of the heart...if one troubles to conceptualize that, one begins by taking the wrong path in the yellow wood...the heart is the great mystery; not that biopump pushing the corpuscular world around, but the chakra of it; heart is the great experiencer, where the 'us' of us resides; heart is the house of meaning...ideas, particularly ideals, are the product of the moment, and always based at least partly on miss or paricial information...we are at a very tender place (at the brink, i dare say) in the evolution of our kind...from my perspective, we need to seriously grab hold of our numbers, or we will soon enough be eating each other, and the world will belong to the bugs, and all those wolves we currently think of as puppies...thanks for stopping by

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's somewhere in the middle isn't it? that is where meaning resides...

such profound statements you make in so few words...i kept reading the third line as "or perish"

but that might just be me.

really good piece, Ed...

j.

[Ed Hart]

it's harder to recognize 'meaning' below the level of what we call life, unless we assume that 'order' has underlying significance we have no proper name for; but all life, because it is fundamentally 'responsive' is veritable meaning machinery...my take, anyhow...thanks for the visit, i like the size of your brain

[Ed Hart]

yes, i did mean 'perish'...sorry i missed this earlier...

[. serah .]

-- i love this poem... -- for me, the thought of 'love reaching for itself' is profound and beyond what anything else that i've read about love...

[Ed Hart]

thank you serah for your thoughts on my thoughts

[. serah .]

-- the privilege is all mine, Maestro Ed... and thank you for being you... :)