In love like
warm blankets and cold coffee
forgotten like cares
we used to feel for others.

I thought before when my heart broke,
it shred;
but like a pet burrowing in its
hamster home
you’ve made a bed
and you’ve created softness there.

Now we have each other
to settle into
our own nook of the universe
a book to pick up on rainy days
spine worn from familiar hands.

What a kind love I have,
one that invites only lightness
enveloped in the promise of
later laundry,
responsibilities for another time.

What if we lay in bed long enough
laugh quieter
rustle blankets only a little;
would the world forget us?
Would we forget
it, too?

25 thoughts on “7

  1. Brandon Neifert

    The first stanza is interesting. It says something about love that a lot of people forget, and that’s the sort of superegocentricity of two—maybe I just coined a word, but it means the sole interest in another or others within a group; not a bad thing, though.

    Also, the next one is a good declaration of love. The “Hamster” of course, is an interesting image. Something small, which the poem feeds off of small imagery, especially in the last stanza. You’re saying there is something almost grand in the smallness of love; like greatness ought to be forgotten in place of this emotion you’re defining.

    Another good imagery. The concept really makes sense; here we are, floating in the universe, humble, satisfied; books are a good metaphor for literary people, especially introverts. The idea is that the book is shared; “Worn from familiar hands.” Both are reading it; and there’s the little nook of the universe with the book shared by two lovers.

    I would like to focus on “later laundry”. Your implying permanence to the relationship, which is a good way of putting it. Though put off till later, one can enjoy the love now, and have the joy of a simple chore later in life, that is shared, much like the book which was implied.

    The last line, of course, “Would we forget/it too?” Here is a chilling idea, what I described earlier as the “Superegocentricity.” The poem is expressing a sort of confidence in the emotion, but doubt whether it is good. At least, that’s how I read it. The tone shifts from pleasant to contemplative, maybe even a little uneasy.

    The poem is asking a question, “Ought we forget the world for love?” So, there’s a negative capability in the question, where the reader answers. I, of course, will say yes. I think the world is about having this devotion to someone else. Humans can’t be emotionally available to everyone in every situation, and it’s normally healthy for families to do the bulk of the emotional upbringing. We do live in a society that tells us otherwise, which is where the apprehension comes from.

    Good poem.

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    1. Thank you so much for this interesting reflection! I love the in-depth conversation you’ve created between you and the poem. Your interpretation could be its own poem, even. Beautiful thoughts! 🙂


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