Description: This is dedicated to all my friends that have had their love shattered.
Love is an ocean. When it breaks we either drown or discover that it was just a small part of something much bigger. Pieces of the past can show us the light (God) in our lives. Love is so large it can't be contained. It is liquid and always flowing and takes on the shape of whatever bottle or jug it is in. I believe a hand that we often do not see except in the actions it takes, directs and controls the flow. It does take time for us to understand, sometimes.
Fluid Love -------------------------------------------
Love is fluid.
It moves and shapes
to its container.
It is an ocean
in a bottle.
from one end
to the other
as it floats
in the sea.
Then the God of
all things liquid;
the ruler of life, love
emotion and joy,
tosses it on a rock.
The shattering noise
in the breaker's roar.
Love is lost as it is
Shards of glass glisten
on the outcrop
as a reminder of
of the divine
i really like this, I love to see an actually good poem about love, when theres so many ones that seem to be all the same ive noticed on here. I love the way you compared love to fliud and the ocean, it's so clever and different. very unique and beautiful, thankyou char
i like the image of love being a bottle out at sea as your image. it works very well and makes the reader have to really think about what the piece is saying. it makes the piece more meaningful and tells the story better. great piece.
this is a very intelligent piece of writing. any reader cannot help but be impressed by the way you bring fluidity into the prose and once love is shattered and we all nod ... you then leave us with a spiritual and most profound gem. your words have found their mark. this is superb. j
ah, very nice. perhaps this understanding is what we're all searching for. lovely metaphors and images in your poem. the ocean has special significance for me since I grew up on the east coast. now all I have is a lake for water, which I suppose is better than nothing, but it can never beat the ocean. and love is definitely fluid. it flows and runs from one person to another when it's given freely. nice write!
As they say..."everything happens for a reason". Nobody really understands what that reason is right away, but eventually we'll figure it all out. This was a very nice piece and loved how you used 'fluid'. This was a very good write and I appreciated reading it immensely. Candi
The last strophe just makes me want to hug you, in a time when I need consoling, it makes perfect sense. The next trip into love is always better and while we think the suffering is so great when love is gone, there is a new plan arriving for an even greater bliss. Always the depth of the container can restrict love's bounty. Many of my poems have compared the ocean to love's as waves arc to find us.
This has beauty and great common sense, thanks for sharing it before and now too. blessings to the goddess muse. peace and love, Nan
Boy do I like this! Just when I thought people were running out of ways to describe love, you hypothesize this crafty analogy! Love's containment, may very well be love's control upon someone. I'm gonna try.. Think of it this way. A full milk jug gets attention. An expired milk jug gets avoided or thrown out. And an empty milk jug gets immediately forgotton.
Oh hec, I dunno x-) I think what you have here is just great, and it truly shines light on why it is so great for us to be alive. Because there is always that chance, that we'll fall in love again!
Very original write. This brought forth some very vivid and new images. The idea of love as liquid is a very strong idea. The flow was good, and it moved easily from one stanza to the next. I pictured the sun shining through a green bottle on the beach as it sat precariously on a cliff with the liquid sloshing around inside due to a stiff wind. Nice work.