I’m not good at love
But I’m not bad at it either
I show up
I try
Maybe that’s all love is
I’ve hurt people who loved me
I’ve loved people who hurt me
Love and hurt seem to
Go hand in hand
Love is hard
An ambiguous art
Where does it live in me?
I can’t find it
It’s a lost continent
Among so many warring
Places, inside
It has something to do with the color green
And a few times I have
Felt it arrive from nowhere
Most recently,
Outside a hospital gift shop
Love is not magnificent
Like a cathedral
Which cannot be God’s Love
Because I don’t believe
Love can be that big
It seems to work small
No one knows what it is
Everyone knows what it’s not
Not hate
Not killing
Not violence
Not screaming/hitting
(We tell the sandbox kids)
I want to study love
And I tell myself I do
But what is there to learn?
More like, how much is there to unlearn?
I wish love could be large
I wish it could be contagious
Like war and
Like viruses
Unstoppable
Cathy Larson Sky September, 2017
4 comments:
I enjoyed reading this Cathy. Though it is kind of sad, in a truthful way.
BRAVO!! This is so beautiful, and so true, for me
Thank you for sharing these precious and personal,
and yet universal, thoughts and feelings
With love,
Jo Ann
I really, really like this Cathy! I like your line spacing, too. Love has to be one of the most overused words in the English language. You nailed it.
Excellent thoughts on love and the pics were great and right on target in as far as matching the stanzas. Well done, Cathy. I hope to see more and perhaps you will inspire me to return to my own blog as well. Thank you. Mendy
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