THIS TOO ... COULD BE LOVE
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But …
Don’t divulge it to the saints … so you won’t compel them to blush
Don’t suggest it to neglected wives … so you won’t induce them to tears
Don’t posit it to recalcitrant husbands … so you won’t make them prejudiced
Don’t whisper it to solitary hearts … so you won’t
excite them to fantasy
For this too … could be love
This mental aloofness …
This heartfelt anxiety … so disquieting … so agonizing …
This solitude … this emotional detachment
This long … and unwarranted absence …
These qualms … these delusions
This too … could be love
These sleepless nights … these nights of lewd yearnings
These indiscreet thoughts … like dissonant drumbeats
These unfeasible dreams … so fervent … so exasperating
This flight of imagination …
Of things that should materialize … but aren’t … still …
This too … could be love
This unremitting distress
These spontaneous tears
This fruitless expectancy
These messages … unacknowledged
This too … could be love
This livable experienced … never lived
This attainable goal … never attained
This tangible object of desire … never touched
This pairing … often contemplated … never accomplished
This flaming passion … never relished
These heartburns … these imaginings … these cravings …
That keep flourishing … with manic steadfastness
In feeble hearts … night and day …
Like aromatic herbs in a lush shrubbery
All these … you ought to know
Whether apt or inapt …
Epitomize …
The miscellany
Of
Love.
The uniqueness of this is what appealed to me as much as the
thought-provoking questions embedded within the sensually tinctured
lines.
Your other friend in Wisconsin sends good wishes, too.
This is really good Sam, it takes a look on the lives of many, without being personal, it reflects on their memories, without being specific. There are bittersweet memories for me, hidden deep in this poem. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), your dear friend in Wisconsin,
Barbara Lynn Terry
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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thought-provoking questions embedded within the sensually tinctured
lines.
Your other friend in Wisconsin sends good wishes, too.
Barbara Lynn Terry
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."