That is really awesome, well-written peice of art and I'm not going to say anything more because my fellow writers have said everything that your poem deserves and I really like the idea and liked the last line. Good job.
Your words capture well what your saying although I dare say you're talking about flowering(for want of a better word) love with the mess of lust and other such stuff that goes with it and can often burn out quickly as opposed to seasoned love as it is, that turns into something alot more...passive. I hope that makes sense anyway. I enjoyed reading this, it was well structured and your discriptions where quite catching.
I would most definitely dance! You have captured the passion of love in this write.. and the whirlwind spin it puts one in. Love is both patient and impatient..and can leave one feeling dizzy, yet grounded. I like the sensual, erratic feeling when I read this.. and the many facets of love that are entwined within the lines of this short, yet powerful write. Just wonderful. ~Sandra
This poem is so very clever, powerful and passionate, seemingly spontaneous, yet full of alliteration and rhymes. … real poetic craftsmanship. the whole poem is kind of challenging…do we dare to dance? or miss out hiding in a hole … ''I dunno '' is my cowardly answer
but I do know about the poem I like it very much…the form and the contents and another great metaphor from you
Woah! Reckless in a way that it seemed so natural yet so fought against. Like the wind, ya know? Neat. Like crying for that 'wind' to come and sweep you away, but when it does, you try to stand against it...rather than let it sweep you away? Is it just me or is love so powerful that it sends everyone crawling? AAAhhhh, well...just my thoughts on this write of yours!
Wow! I really enjoyed reading this poem. It has so much meaning. I totally agree with Cat's comment, we should never crawl into a hole and hide from the wind of love. Love is a tricky feeling, but if you never dare to feel this wind, you're just not alive. Great writting! ;)
ah, the winds of love... they are a part of the seasons of real love. i would dance the dance always, spinning and blowing my hair unkempt... the winter of love can be harsh and cold, but the invincible summer lives deep in the soil and withstands the storms.
i really enjoyed this, Chrys, raw and rushing like the wind. if we crawl into the hole, we miss the rainbow and the sunlight that follows the storm..