So It Goes.

There is a love out there.

Existing not between crumpled, wax covered sheets of paper that hide from reality, nor in the ever-changing pictures on screens which hypnotize even the worldliest eyes, nor in moods which fall by the wayside of more tempting infatuations but between two jokesters coddling each others humorous tendencies, entranced by how they care for conversation and the beauty the opposites face inspires in the world of ones daily thought processes. Intimidation and insecurity are drowned in a whirlpool of happiness from which I cant look away. As the span of my attention is sucked away, I feel complete and satisfied. It is a power more meaningful and destructive than a fire drenched monk in the midst of passionate doubt. But it now seems a plug has been pulled. The seraphs have found us smiling in the face of their judgments and they enforce their will upon our creation, turning this epic whirlpool into an emptying drain. No matter how strategic my scramble, no filter I can find can catch my hearts desires as they are flushed on down into the thieving abyss, never to be seen again.

A waste.

Author's Note

Title is kind of a Vonnegut reference in case you were wondering.

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

I think the reference fits this very well, and this is well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Intimidation and insecurity are drowned in a whirlpool of happiness from which I cant look away. As the span of my attention is sucked away,"
Love can't be explained or understood till we can look back at a life. We will wish to be kinder and have said "I love you more often." Love can feel life a thief in the night. Only take holding your child for the first time to know what love is. A very strong ending to a poem that open up many good questions. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ashesh]

i wish Writerscafe made a "Like" radio button under each poem like FB. hehe. i liked what you have written but can't review it with concise words. i'm relinquished. lol. i guess that sums up your poem.. tragic but awesome!
all i can say is you can't hold on to those things that tend to break loose itself. Love is no exception!

[Brad]

reading vonnegut's "Galopogus" now, fell in love with him after his death...