love is a sadness
a mark against sun
sometimes on the best of days
you cannot find joy
love can hurt like a sting
It us better to have felt
all my pain and ecstasy
than feel nothing
and sometimes I see your eyes
graze over me
they are not present
you feel so little like a spindle
growing light of wool
It is as if you need
and in those times, I want to say
oh love me as if we were dying
love me with all of you, not just some
fall as deep as I
but you never have
It isn’t your way
sunlight hitting surface
to us beneath
the warmth barely gets through
and we grow thin
44 Replies to “Spindle”
Yes, you have a few times. Oddly, I’m beginning to believe it. 🙂 🙂
Very good. Moving.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – An uneven love
Love is will kill us all
“love me with all of you, not just some”
…Oh this! ❤ ❤
Mentioned your site in one of my posts today about great blogging formats 🙂 https://earthwalkingworld.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/shuffled-heres-looking-at-you-kid/#more-2518
There is a peculiar pain
That comes when thinking
Of a lover, no matter how sweet
Who did not take their armor off
Along with their clothing.
Good to read you again. I loved it.
❤ Beautifully written!
I know it’s been a while, life is crazy, busy and beautiful, but I love scrolling through my blog stream and finding your poems there, always a breath of fresh air. ❤
So beautiful. That ending….. *sigh*
Oh thank you so very much it is lovely to see you here
MY rockets sister of poetry xx
Old souls understand don’t they?
I officially love this response!!!!
Thank you so much for this reblog my friend Bob
You are a poet. Did I ever mention that before?
What a great poem THIS response is
I adore the spirit that is you my talented friend. Thank you for being someone who always brings a smile to my face.
Love does hurt so much at times, beautifully expressed
Always a joy to do.
You capture that subtle barrier between two human beings, even lovers, so well. It’s always there, and sometimes, when things are good, we can forget, but it doesn’t take much for it to reappear.
Beautiful and profound. Love is never enough. The more we give, the more we want.
So very sound, Candy
I am the blot on the pristine parchment 🙂
So well said. Thank you so much dear Anita xoxo
Thank you so much dearest friend xoxo
Exactly. You nailed it. But then you are the ink.
Wow this is as good as it gets~!!! Thank you SO very much~!!!💐💐💐
Thank you so very much
No blot. More like the elucidate of the fine squids polemic
Wow, that sounds like a decoration!
No, Franglais, I meant décoration 🙂
Doing it! Thanks for your gentle pushing.
I’ve nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I wanted to let you know 🙂 https://earthwalkingworld.wordpress.com/2019/06/13/blogger-recognition-award/#more-2527
You are quite welcome. Well deserved !
That is such an honor thank you so much
I will always believe in you
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