Thursday, June 22, 2006

It's "Poetry Thursday" - Again

Poetry Thursday

Seeking Definition

You tell me love is more
than moments spent
too artlessly entwined.
You tell me "Love is Fire."
I say that hell is hell
because it's kept
too goddamn hot.
You tell me hell
does not exist
and pull away in ire.

I tell you "Love is gentle
heat - The smallest embers
will survive." We agree to
disagree and love's left undefined.
These, I think
are moments.
You brush the hair
back from my eyes.

We settle back more cautiously
and watch the clock unwind.

3 comments:

Dani said...

"Love's left undefined." That's how my husband and I maintain a happy marriage! Once we start comparing ourselves to other couples, we fight like mad. Denial serves us well :-).

jim said...

All these "is" statements, so perfect in the argument that never gets resolved--the ending makes it work all the better, too.

wendylou who? said...

hell is hell.
Really like that line...
thanks
Wendy