Sunday, July 15, 2012

More Thoughts About Love



I've been looking for this poem. I wrote it in my Big Yellow writing group and at the time I was less convinced than I am now that life is (sometimes) hard, even when it's appreciated. 


This is an old post recycled. It's one of my favorite poems. I wrote it after my friend Tracie wrote a song about hearts that bounce instead of break. I've just added a new line, the only line with three words. 
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Here I am waxing about love again. I'm coming to the conclusion that my brain is softwired straight to Cole Porter and Irving Berlin and every love song ever written. And why not, I ask? Even my garden spurs me on.(sometimes)

If a heart can break in two

Can it break in fours

And eights

And sixteens and thirty twos?

And if it can break in that many pieces

All small enough to fit in the fold of my hand

Can I shake those pieces up,

Shake them in a martini tumbler

Or hand them to the crappier at Foxwoods

Ask him to toss them long and hard;

Watch them tumble all over the surface that is me

Spilling all that unused love all over the surface that is me

And you too

Like warm raindrops in the August sun.

23 comments:

  1. I think it may be my new favorite too :)

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    1. Thank you Ben. :-). Nice to have you here

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  2. "Spilling the unused love all over." What a wonderful image, kj! Too bad we can't infuse the whole world with that kind of unused or leftover love. For surely, there is much unused love in the world. Plenty enough to go around.

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    1. That's a good sermon, reverend rob bear! How to give unused love away.

      I think you should write it

      Ps what is wrong with this world? How come we don't evolve?

      Love
      kj

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  3. kj anybody ever told you when it comes to love you get a little weird? {;-[p}---

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  4. Mark: the answer is NO :-) but I've been told I'm plenty weird about everything else

    What body part is that 'p' in your sign off? :-)

    Have a fine day mr blue colored glasses

    Xoxo
    kj

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  5. love the way your mind works

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    1. What a nice comment. Thank you suki

      So there walking man! :-)

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  6. What's astounding to me is that all those pieces of a broken heart can re-form. Scarred, maybe, but still a heart again.

    And one of my favorite Indigo Girls songs sprang to mind when I read this:
    "And I wish her insight to battle love's blindness
    Strength from the milk of human kindness
    A safe place for all the pieces that scattered
    Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters."

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    1. I vouch that some broken hearts take four plus years to re-form. And I imagine some take a lifetime...

      I like your quote: a safe place for all the pieces that scattered....yup :-)

      Yes that I' easily back at your blog ♥

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    2. Ah spellcheck: I mean I'm back at your blog!

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  7. First of all that banner rocks with flower power beauty!!!! Wow!!!!
    And your inclusive line of three words makes this poem grow!
    Brav-O!

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    1. Thanks Lynn. All those flowers had to be cut and brought inside because of an impending hurricane. What a sacrifice!

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  8. Beautiful poem KJ!
    And that fern picture............. ♥

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    1. That fern: how we grow ♥

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  9. Oh you are such a talented poet girl! I love this one...I see it...I feel it....thank you...and big love to you.

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    1. Hello dear, big love to you too

      Xoxo

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  10. "the surface that is me"
    That is a huge line for me this morning.
    It makes even my coffee secondary.
    Thank you,,,,
    ♥♥

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    1. Let's be ice rinks, babs. We'll glide cooly in the hot sun :-)

      Love
      kj

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  11. I can see why this is one of your favorites. It is full of you and your heart. ♥

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  12. Yes please and thank you, spill unused love on me! Cole Porter...yes Yes YES! You and me, we share a few heartstrings there.

    I would say this is not an old post recycled; it is a post re-gifted.

    **blows wild kisses** Deb

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