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?
Elle, a beautifully crafted, tender, loving poem- with an eloquent flow of thoughts and verse.
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“A book to pick up on rainy days”…
Aww.. this is so sweet and true to describe our love one heart2
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Pretty:)
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A loving love you have got, quite, intense and pervaded with peace.
Kudos, Elle!
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You write beautifully. Such vivid descriptions have become a rarity in the poetry world. Keep going on. Cheers! 🙂
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Awesome piece of work 🏆
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Beauty😍😍😍
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This is so lovely. It captures what it’s like to finally land somewhere peaceful and soft after searching for a while. I know this feeling.
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❤️
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Liked this a lot. Really evoked intimacy.
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Beautiful reflections of emotions.
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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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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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It’s what poetry is meant to do. I love it when people give good feedback, so I give it myself.
It’s a beautiful poem.
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Your gentle poem reminds me of the beauty of being truly in love, something too easily forgotten as one ages into cynicism. So thank you!
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Really love your poem, so beautiful 🙂
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very beautiful
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i like your style of poetry
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my favorite thus far
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“In love like
warm blankets and cold coffee”
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Based on your blog layout, I see you are on the way to rake in those views. I must say kudos and following to see the growth.
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Thanks my friend! Hope to be as big as you someday😅
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In time you will…If you really want to. It took me a while. I wrote for me for over 2 years, then I got my big chance out of nowhere and I was thankful I really committed to writing and learn and grow.
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