It’s been a while since I thought in this direction
and in my head you’re still an impossible suggestion
But wandering is good
We dwell in its field when we ponder the question
“What would I do if I could?”
Would you like to know where you live in my heart?
Actually – shut up
Don’t say…
I’m going to tell you whichever way
You’re in the middle of a meadow
A twisted flower
A petalled chicane
That seems to attract more butterflies
than the rest combined
An invitation
Of understanding and longing and sheen and need
Of green and light and joy and red
Hey watch out!
There’s a bee on your head
Then again it’s just doing its duty
It’s loving you
And despite what I try to avoid
I am too
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Author:
Brimelow (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Sounds like a future regret o the question never asked?
Don't have regrets in old age... go for it
Thanks for sharing great emotion
Something like that Andrew - thank you for your comment
The liveliness of this piece is enthralling. There is joy of love and life itself in here although the target love may be unrequited. Such is love when there is plenty of time ahead, plenty more apples upon the tree.
Really enjoyed this.
Really liking this poem ! 🙂 great feel to this . Your words are engaging , and lovely to read
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