The Way Love Moves

The simple beauties move our hearts to love, despite there distance.

The Way Love Moves

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

(Nature within Love)

A leaf blows ever lonely in the comfort of a wind

Inspires deep reflection within us to comprehend 

It dances quite majestically through unseen gentle hand

Guided by the force of nature before it falls to land 

A drop of rain reverberates through a puddle of a pond

Expands slowly in all directions before fading till it's gone

Yet its beauty often resonates in brevity of its life

It shimmers almost endlessly before it fades from sight 

A rainbow often paints the sky in hues of multitude 

in vast array of colors which fascinate in graceful view

But in its distant sculpted shape we often yearn to see

The ways of love that move us most are furthest; far, away...

Author's Note

A few days back I happened to spot a squirrel clutching a dried brown heart shaped leaf in its tiny hands and eating away on its edges. It was one of the most perfect beautiful moments I have ever seen. In a distance from me. And I knew if I tried to reach out and touch it I would ruin that moment of perfection. So I just stood there and watched feeling blessed to be a part of that shared moment in life. CLE

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

As I have often expressed I dislike end rhyme and structure unless masterfully done—and I always like your work, CLE.
You most always create rhyme within syntax that is natural sounding and therefore like a cherry or whipped cream on a piece of cake.

Winston

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you kindly Winston. As a fan of your work it means a lot. I've only really started writing poetry since I became an active member here at the Cafe. Almost all my past writing was in short story genre. I just felt more comfortable writing tales of morality and deeply wise messages. This website made me evolve as a writer. Try something new and out of my comfort zone. To be perfectly honest I never thought much about poetry or its significance in the writing genre. But as I read the many artists here in this community I became inspired and wanted to try something that still is unfamiliar to me as a creative. I feel I gravitate to ryhme because of it beauty and challenge in both message and conceptual idea. I'm slowly learning the many other forms of poetry in my evolution as a poet. Even at 57 I'm never too old to learn something new, and profoundly beautiful as this art form is to me. In some ways I still have my training wheels on as I navigate these long prodigious roads in creativity and artistry. These past couple of years have been a journey for me as I work on my voice and aspirations as a poet. As I continue to challenge myself I am hopeful to touch upon other forms of poetry. I used to think I endeavored to write the perfect poem, but as I'm evolving in my art I am sensing I want to write the perfect me. Thank you my friend for sharing your thoughts with me. They help me grow as a poet.

[W. Barrett Munn]

We have much-like a ton-in common.
I only turned back to writing not all that long ago and turned also from prose to poetry.

Winston

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Hearing you reveal this means a lot to me, Winston. There are times I feel unsure about the quality of my work because of my learning process into poetry writing. I've always been effusive and descriptive in my prose and thought poetry would constrict and restrict that aspect of my ability in writing. Instead I'm learning a new type of freedom. One I did not think possible at my age. But I value it so very much because it's giving me more expressive freedom and enlightenment both in mind and heart. To know that I'm not alone on that path and that my peers whose art I admire travel similar roads helps me press ever forward. Thank you my friend for your kind words. I truly appreciate it. CLE

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes the most ephemeral moments are the most beautiful. Perhaps that very ephemerality is what makes them so attractive, like the leaf you mention here. Rainbows don't last long either, but God, they are inspiring to view. Perhaps if we were more mindful, we might become aware of more of these jewels.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

So true JB. I feel it's because we don't know or realize how finite life is. We believe that another moment like that will come along again. Which is not always the case because we are on a clock that ticks closer towards our inevitable end. I'm always reminded of my best friend in 3rd grade who was killed after being run over my a drunk driver while on summer break. In the entirety and scheme of the universe we live briefly. Much like these moments I describe. They echo us. Thank you so much my friend for sharing your thoughts with me.

[Miss Sharon]

It is a blessing to be so attuned to nature that we are able to live some very special moments because of her beauty. Your post examines that beauty and shares it with the reader. Thank you! ~Sharon

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Sharon for your sweet comment on this poem. I often feel we don't live in the moment because we take for granted its abundance not realizing it is finite. Life is limited in breath and time. Our place in the world has an expiration date on it. Nature teaches us to live spiritually beyond self within the beauty that surrounds us. That even in the most fleeting moments there is eternal love. Thank you so very much again my poet friend. CLE

[Angelove]

Truly a beautiful piece. "Yet its beauty often resonates in brevity of its life
It shimmers almost endlessly before it fades from sight" Is my favorite part of your writing here. Keep up the beautiful work :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Angelove for your sweet comment on this poem. That line also hits me pretty strongly as well. As I mentioned to someone else I'm reminded of one of my favorite songs ever called Dust in the Wind. Especially the lyric that goes, "I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moments gone. " Those beautiful words to that song haunt me because of their wisdom and indelible perpetual truth to the nature of life. Living in the moment before it's gone. Often we don't take in these fleeting beautiful moments in life we are given. We tend to falsely believe there will be more, but they are finite. Limited as is our breath and time in this world. Thank you so much again for sharing your thoughts with me. CLE

[Earthrise]

the picture of the drop in the puddle really gets me.

you know what's funny? right under your poem, i saw an ad for a company that lets you engrave your name and the names of your best friends on a necklace. it's the human drive to make something that we think is permanent, and that stems from the knowledge, and the fear, that nothing is. is a moment less holy because it passes? is a friendship less real? this reminded me that it's okay to be a drop in a puddle, because everything is. that a thing can be just as beautiful for a moment or a lifetime (which are really the same thing)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your words have so eloquently defined the message and meaning of this poem. I could not have said it any better than that. We are the accumulation and remnants of these little beautiful moments in life. That pass before our eyes in seconds but stay eternally in our hearts. We are the drop of rain in a puddle. It reminds me of the lyrics of one of my favorite songs ever "Dust in the wind". Where it says, "I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moments gone." Thank you so much for sharing your kind words with me on this poem. I really appreciate it.

[Earthrise]

oh, but you did say it better than that. you wrote a poem.

"We are the drop of rain in a puddle." i like the sound of that. lots to think about

[Alice Miller]

Many poets try to glorify small moments of beauty in nature, few do it as well as you've done it here. Your juxtaposition of "brevity" and "endlessly" is beautiful, all-encompassing, and quietly powerful. I'm delighted to read more of your writing.

Best,
Alice M.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Alice for your wonderful comment on this piece of poetry. I really appreciate it and find your thoughts encouraging. Such small moments as these described in this work illustrate the power of love and its resonance. We can often at times gloss over their simplicity at the time while being overcome by their eternal beauty. Your keen eye captures exactly the heart of the message this poem seeks to reveal. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. CLE