Red bike

[Isagel]

Hope is rushing on a red bike.
Comfort is a blanket.
But love,
love is a thing with edges,

and we are getting closer now.
We are almost there.

Here we go now
this is the part
where the edge shows
this is the part
when you ask:

why do I not call more often

and you say:

I always let you down, and why does nothing ever help, and why are you always helping others and getting nothing in return, and one day you will hurt me like I hurt you, you would like to see people with red, burning hearts, not grey dead ones

like mine.

Love is a thing with edges,
said my friend with the auburn hair, the opal eyes
and the endless sorrow.
My Jennie of the burning heart,
here, I´ll get a blanket.
I´ll rush on my red bike
and we are getting closer now.
We are almost there.

[mono]

Very touching, Isagel; your work, as cliché as it sounds for me to say, speaks quite deeply, almost with mysticism. Your word usage sounds like someone speaking, which suits this poem well, in my opinion, and the quotations of phrases add a remarkable character. Well done; you write true art.

[amuse]

this almost made me cry and was exactly like this week and my friends. thank you Isagel for saying and hinting at what i could never explain.

[atiguhya padma]

Isagel,

I really like this poem. Love is indeed kaleidoscopic. I like the way you create a dramatic middle section, by allowing your character to voice a stream of prosaic thought that eventually is silenced by the line: <like mine>. I found this quite moving and powerfully sad. I also like the way the imagery at the beginning indicates youth and vitality, a kind of simplicity that becomes complicated as the poem develops.

A beautiful poem Isagel.

AP