it was being too easy;
yet too sophisticated ;
to be in love.
an emptiness was in their back-
torturing them,
ruling them,
luring them...
it was close
closed like a book...
where the pages begged to get ink..
but words were forgotten.
and yet elegent
if antiques on the cover got dusty to be remembered...
he liked the elegance in her,
she loved the white pages..
was being too hard yet too confident
and a silence hovered them both
it was easy to live
it was hard to just be...
I love how this poem is situated as if it is sliding out of my grasp. Very effective and I really like the lines
he liked the elegance in her,
she loved the white pages.
as if there was world of difference in each others focus and profundity.
I like the poem and really a beautiful account of love
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
I like the last two lines as well as the power of these:
"he liked the elegance in her,
she loved the white pages."
thank you
thanks everyone
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