How Do You Know?

Do you ever know 

or 

try and anticipate 

when you will fall in love? 

Does it take you a moment to realize when you are in love? 

Or 

are you simply stuck with the idea that what once was 

can never occur again, 

never more in a lifetime?

Until it happens again,

                             once more, 

and then once again. 

Do the feelings fade with time 

or 

will they always be there 

like a dormant volcano ready to erupt 

when you least expect it?

Reviews

[Clockwork]

These are very good questions, and each of them make me think. In a lot of ways, all of them are timeless conundrums that continue to puzzle us. I think that is a good thing though because these questions draw us into poetry, and they challenge us to look further, love deeper. You have complied your thoughts here in a beautiful way for us to ponder. For what this answer is worth, I think some loves are like the volcano you mentioned, but not all. Although, I think it depends on the lover. Like earth, there seem to be many types of lover and many landmarks of love. Some are like canyons, and others are like mountains. Some may even be like beaches, who erode into the sea of life with passing waves. Ah, but that is enough pondering from me.

My point really is that you have given your readers a gift, and that gift is the ability to meet love on its terms, and observe its many possible shapes.

[Anna Blackburn]

Beautiful imagery and metaphors. Wonderful poem with a playful structure and a serious meaning.

[Chaos_Collector]

This really made me think. I think it varies by person whether or not the feelings will fade or just relax like the calm of the ocean waiting for the next warm air of passion to whip a hurricane love. Definitely a nice piece and it has an interesting structure as well. Beautifully done

[fireblossom]

Yes...when I least expect it. I have never again tattooed on my forearm but find it to be the greatest irony. (actually i don't have never again tattooed on my body but i am a writer so if i had a tattoo that irony would fit)

This poem tells our story doesn't it. HUMANS! I mean we try to think we are in control but then it happens like you say and whamo we're walking around Pike Place Market together thinking this is the one.

Your poem says so very much and you left all the correct words to do it with.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The undertow of this verse... I believe the issue is different in many ways... each individual seeks... but we are a curious type... as with this write... you give the reader a narrative to base the topic... and again... one must find their own path... leading to a fulfillment... whether that be with another person or a way of faith... the road is vast...

[Rees Thomas]

like a dormant volcano ready to erupt. when you least expect it? s**t girl thats good. a killer line to finish with I must say

[Sami Khalil]

A nice read and write...:)

[xxlheart]

love is an enigma isn't it. i enjoyed this write, made me think about life and love and if i think too much about it. is that possible to think to much?? :)