Fay Slimm.

Wakening

 

 

Wakening.

 

New events can at times mystify
even the tidiest mind,
turn topsy-turvy accepted norms,
toss sky-high
respectable long held conclusions
 then jumble
normal routine until, irretrievably,
balance tumbles.

Change in events scramble a crazy
unprepared brain,
life appears altered, time patterns
never seem sane,
confusion reigns until answers start 
making more sense
of the questioning "whys" that now
battle relentlessly
over unsought-for acceptance and 
suddenly blast
the reliance on ordered convention 
abnormally fast.


Then murk clears head and heart shows above
any doubt as wakening happens
and logic confirms ~ ~  you have fallen in love.

Comments5

  • Teddy.15

    Goose bumps and just gorgeous dear Fay. What a way to start Monday. Kudos

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - glad you enjoyed the read Teddy.

    • dusk arising

      My word, you couldn't pick a finer time of year to fall smitten by the love bug. Dashing out of the rain showers to shelter and hug in shop doorways - how joyfully romantic.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Thought a read of the result of being bitten by the love-bug on this rainy morn my friend - - love the way you saw what it could do to those having to shelter in doorways. Thanking you kindly for this lovely and lively comment dear Dusk

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Glad you enjoyed the read Orchi and thank you for dropping by.

        • MendedFences27

          The lunacy of Love. How it transforms ordinary, clear thinking people into distracted, irrational fools. It's wonderful, as is your poem. The smitten folk are the walking Angels of this Earth, open to acceptance, sharing, and kindness.
          Your poem captures the sense of love, how it overpowers all of the other senses. How living becomes the most important and desirable thing we can do. Love makes us all idiots, for not seeing everything through the eyes of love all the time. If only we could capture this emotion and feed it to the world. A wonderful poem and statement of Love's power. - Phil A.

          • Fay Slimm.

            What a lovely suggestion that smitten folk are really Angels on earth Phil - yes Love makes all the difference my friend. - so pleased you enjoyed the read.

          • Goldfinch60

            Love can be like that and true love is like that forever.

            Andy

            • Fay Slimm.

              I truly agree that Love when true cannot ever die - thank you for that important reminder dear Andy.



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