One More.
Drunk on dreams, senses
reeling, gives me the feeling that
dreams never pay.
And closing this season of
bringing good cheer shows dreams
fold then disappear.
Scribing scenes of passionate
contact has me believing they have
personal meaning.
But one too many lover's
word-themes is leaving me hazy so
no more romance.
I need healing, my heart
beats weakly after writing love-minded appeals
and planning more
schemes of make-believe finds me grown weary.
When writing turns painful
is one other reason to imbibe less
of love's crazy hold.
My fateful allure cup
is empty so I will leave amouré alone and quaff clearer,
poetic water in future,
but vacating a dream-space I just know won't be easy.
I will write more meaningful
pieces the problem 'tho being that love
is my secret addiction.
And today I need one more fix.
your writing always has meaning Fay and please keep giving us our poetic fix....a treat for us all! recomended:)
"One More" couldn't have been pitched more perfectly. When the lover is vulnerable then love has only begun. Wherever fear dwells there is no love to be had or shared. Love's sweetness comes with its own internal price and sacred kind of pain that makes us grow stronger and more open. Or else, fear takes hold and lives inside our gut to cause us harm to body, soul and mind. There is no winning or losing with love. There is only tomorrow's light and song to be touched each moment. In the end: "The world is fierce, and the heart is divine; life is the balance." from "In The balance" by RH Peat. Open to what has been withheld within yourself and the divine will speak to you. The closure on this poem is just superb. Rumi says we must be vulnerable to have the experience, Gandhi says. That thing that causes so much pain, that everyone whats more of within their life. It's knowing that we are alright if we are vulnerable that is difficult for us to get sometimes. Yet it is that trait alone that makes us all so beautiful. A wonderful poem to share Fay. It touches me deeply for what it says below the surface. Incredible. A poet friend..RH peat
drunk on love
The addiction to Love is one so many of us have in common, dear Fay and you have very poetically and artistically captured it in this beautiful poem. We are beings of Love, because we come from God who is Love. It is as natural for us to love as it is for us live. There are many different kinds of love, but I am a firm believer that love is NEVER lost, that it benefits both the giver and the receiver and even if that beautiful love fades, that it is absorbed into the atmosphere to benefit all of us. A delightful poem, so charmingly expressed. I have so enjoyed reading, dear Fay and I thank you for sharing it. Blessings and Love always, dear friend.....
Your pieces are delightfully meaningful Fay. I always steer away from'love' because of acid wit affliction. You write it so well.
A perfectly rendered example of: "Can't live with it, can't live without it."
No remedy for that addiction?
Sure, we all know that feeling of fresh love, but...... After 77 years and seeing what goes on in the world, I fell out of the race long time ago. Love is for the young ones. OK you are still young, so if you find one, enjoy and after let it go. I personally choose friendship, because love can turn into hatred, but friendship just fades away without the hate. The poem is lovely.
Wonderful poem here Fay.I won't mind being a drunkard of dreams.Addictive work.
A lovely addiction.....I go with that. Great piece.
Oh I know where this travels from.. Sigh.. Lovely I hope the best for Fay.. Cat
Oh no Fay, what can be more meaningful than love ?? Especially if you are addicted...Loved this, and we have to keep on dreaming...Maggie :)
ooooh! Go with the addiction, Fay. Well... once more at least.
Love always needs a dream space...the more you try to vacate, you would find you create more such spaces only...good introspective write