Love Cryogenic

falling out of love

 

Cold November wind, it cries

Against hearts cellophane and souls oblique

It pines for the once “you and I”

Now, covered beneath… little white lies

And, living out of sync

 

Love cryogenic camouflages

Amidst the twilight falling flakes

Within, it continues deeper into night

Outward echoes through the trees, whisper “why”

Are we giving in, instead of fighting for our fate

 

Moonwise, rising higher kissing skies

Gifting, answers as spilt pennies in its light

Rushing to try and gather them up

But like slipping sands give way

To blizzard winds awry

 

But in the end, it’s the warmth

The one left ember

Heart of hearth

Which keeps love, alive

Burning and thawing

More wayward deeds and thoughts

 

“Wills” which endure to go on

Keep love from, obscurity and fear

And merely becoming, a scripted word

Reviews

[Isabella Ivy]

This is an impressive piece! The first two stanza are immaculate. It is both unique and clear, a rarity. Thanks for the pleasure of a terrific read :) Isabella

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you Ms. Ivy. I'm glad you enjoyed this and stopped by.

[Isabella Ivy]

You are most welcome!

[KT-B]

a brilliant take on trying to keep the flame burning....the one left ember - will it reignite or fade away?? - excellent work Michael, love this one

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you. In the first write it ended with the fade away but they more I contemplated the sadder ending "death of a relationship" the sadder I began to feel and I neared the last stanzas my heart and mind involuntarily gave the story hope. I am glad for that direction.

[KT-B]

aw that's nice, it reminded me of that song "too late" by Carole King - :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Good tune!

[KT-B]

yes I just listened to it again, it's been in my head since reading this poem - used to hear it all the time when I was 16 working in a café, they only had one tape lol

[Michael G. Smith]

On the jukebox?

[KT-B]

no I think it was just music that blared out of speakers, don't know where it came from or I would have put some different sounds on...

[Drowning In Reality]

Beautifully expressed. The see saw of temperature illusions is creative and fascinating. Bravo

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks again. Love has degrees as you enter in yonder year realms. Relationship 40% the journet, 60% the partner you take it on.

[Ana B.]

''But in the end, it’s the warmth'' - i fell for this line.This is wonderful Michael. I was listening to Max Richter - ''On the Nature of Daylight'' while reading this. Very beautiful combination. A perfect addition for my library.

here is the link for the song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVN1B-tUpgs

[Michael G. Smith]

I will check him out tomorrow for sure. I'm like you sometimes I like to listen to music while I read poetry. I was actually listening to a song called "Burning Heart" by Vandenberg while I was writing this. Give them a listen on YouTube.

[Ana B.]

Very nice song! Thanks for introducing me to it :)

[Michael G. Smith]

I listened to On the nature of daylight. Wow, it is so soothing and calming. Thank you for sharing it. Here's one for you that I listen to to meditate.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BeCGzZPZYjg

[B]

You have a very creative way of putting together the concept of falling out of love

Its pretty neat !!

[Michael G. Smith]

There's so much profundity to the concept more so with aquired wisdom. The reasoning my lie within ourselves instead of the committed partner. The world's answer is to leave and find happiness in another yet, why not try and rekindle the ember we know that was once there? It's the harder of the two choices but could find greater reward. Any way, I'm rambling now, lol. Thank you for your comment.

[B]

I like your take on things

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the thoughts and the story told in the poetry.
"But in the end, it’s the warmth
The one left ember
Heart of hearth
Which keeps love, alive
Burning and thawing
More wayward deeds and thoughts "
The above lines. Solid and true. Love is never controlled. Like the seasons. They will change. Thank you Michael for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Michael G. Smith]

This is such a tougher sentiment to convey. When you've gained wisdom from life and invested years in a relationship it's no longer black and white (just walk away). It's a time to ponder, contemplate and work at giving more oxygen to the hope that ember might become a flame again. Thanks for stopping by my table in Writerscafe.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy this one and you are welcome my friend.