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Love is a Weed


Author: rememberplaydoh
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I think it describes itself pretty well. This is a different spin on love.


Love is a Weed



Love is a weed,
growing in heart’s soil
with roots extending
through mind and soul.
Its thorny stalks
which pierce the heart
cause internal bleeding
that is not staunched.
But the flowers
that grace Love’s stems,
beautiful, wonderful flowers,
are too precious
too wonderfully sweet
to be relinquished forever.

If it be willed
to remove this weed,
though difficult that be,
the roots lie too deep
in heart, mind and soul,
for eradication
to be made complete.
Love does not die easily,
and if it does so,
never fails
to first lay claim
to a piece of the heart,
which is never surrendered,
not even at death.

This gruesome weed,
if cut at the base
and roots left behind
in heart’s tender soil,
will always grow back
to just as before,
though thorns increase
on the plant’s stem.
To vanquish it
it must be removed
completely,
both stem and root.
But this requires
cutting it out
and removing a piece
of oneself.

This action,
a long, laborious task,
causes utmost pain,
and when complete,
what remains
is dreadfully reduced.
The vacuum left
by now-dead love
inside heart, mind, and soul
is filled, and runs
and overflows
with the grower’s blood.




Submitted on 2006-08-10 05:35:44     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Doh, this is interesting in the way you've presented it, semi-metaphor with its own explanation.

This alone makes it different. Bleakly describing the thin path we tread when falling in love, and the scars that remain forever more...very compelling, and impossible to dispute.

Extremely well done, you sure put a lot of thought into it.

be happy

graeme
| Posted on 2006-08-10 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
  Wonderfully written and beautifully done! I love your analogy as well; it is so true, love is very much so like a weed that once it has taken root is nearly impossible to banish. You had great imagery. I especially liked how skillfully you described the growth pattern of this "plant". I could practically trace it throughout the body with my mind's eye. Though this piece lacked any conventional or standard meter or rhyme scheme, I felt that you mantained a steady flow which made this an easy read. This poem has found a place in my "heart's tender soil" and I'll be adding this to my favorites; as well as checking out so more of your stuff when I've got the time. Thanks for sharing.

Peace,
Sarah Jane
| Posted on 2006-08-10 00:00:00 | by SayJay | [ Reply to This ]


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