Love Poem In 55 (and on a Friday) (and finding peace)
Love Poem
Forget about supportive.
You make collapse possible,
disintegration a reasonable
alternative, falling to pieces
a waystation, respite.
I don’t know about safety
in numbers; I’m sure of only one
port in a storm.
The well of your chest smells
of fleur de sel, and carries a kiln
that fires all clay new.
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Here’s a nearly belated 55 for the lovely G-man. I am also posting for the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics prompt re peace, hosted by Mary Kling.
Note – the picture above is not of my dear husband. For one thing, when he wears a tie, he tends also to wear a jacket.
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ManicDDaily 
September 20, 2013 at 7:34 pm
Wow Karin…How very Romantic!!!
Absolutely breathtaking.
(I hope you showed it to him)
(The poem I mean)
Loved your Loving 55
Please show us more of this side of you.
Thanks for playing, thanks for your support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
September 20, 2013 at 7:37 pm
Ha! I did. He liked it. Thanks. Have a great weekend, Galen. k.
September 20, 2013 at 7:35 pm
Please pass the BINGO!!!!!!!
Thank You…:-)
September 20, 2013 at 8:18 pm
Don’t ask me why, but this brings to mind a honeycomb of exquisite salutary happiness ~ I must be a dreamer. xo
September 21, 2013 at 6:01 am
I want to collapse all the way to the port in a storm ~ Beautifully written K ~ Happy Saturday ~
September 21, 2013 at 6:20 am
Thanks, Grace. k.
September 21, 2013 at 6:57 am
there is def a comfort when you are with someone that will allow you to break down, that makes collapse possible without judgement…love the intimacy of that last stanza as well…
September 21, 2013 at 8:37 am
smiles…love the drawing and the depth in the poem.. it is romantic in a way – but also much more – the port in the storm speaks volumes
September 21, 2013 at 9:11 am
Thanks so much, Claudia.
September 21, 2013 at 8:44 am
We all need a place where we can fall apart and be guarded from the wolves and scavengers. Lovely poem, k–and thank you for a new word: ‘flower of salt’ is a metaphor in and of itself, and the kiln is so evocative of creating something beautiful and enduring out of the most common materials.
September 21, 2013 at 9:10 am
Thanks – I was going to translate it in the body of the poem, but only had the 55 words and I liked the rhyme. It is a beautiful word I think, and it’s the kind of stuff my good cook daughter buys. (Ha.)
September 21, 2013 at 11:31 am
your transition from stanza 2 to 3 is especially wonderful. one port in the storm –to the well of one’s chest. I also found your third stanza to be full of an earthy, safe, encompassing scent. an eloquent love poem, karin.
September 21, 2013 at 1:21 pm
Thanks so much, Jane. Hope all is well. k.
September 21, 2013 at 11:32 am
So beautiful, we all need a port of safety in a storm.
September 21, 2013 at 1:21 pm
Thanks, Susie. k.
September 21, 2013 at 1:26 pm
This is the kind of love poem I like best…subtle and from a perspective that understands reality.
September 21, 2013 at 1:28 pm
Thanks so much, Victoria. k.
September 21, 2013 at 2:20 pm
Lovely, Karin. A relationship like this must feel so very good. A person with whom one can have THAT kind of peace is a real keeper. Loved the elephants as well.
September 21, 2013 at 2:21 pm
This is a wonderful piece.. the change to last stanza from general to personal is so good..
September 21, 2013 at 2:44 pm
This goes beyond love to a profound friendship. There is peace in knowing you have that, being able to expect it. ahhhh.
September 21, 2013 at 2:56 pm
There is truly peace in being accepted by someone else just as we are – warts and all (not that I’m saying you have warts, k.), but to be accepted like that, we’ve got to reciprocate.
September 21, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Damn, K, this 55 stands tall, is proud, is truth, hope, celebratory, & lovely; that the notion that acceptance, even of tragedy, or pain, of failure, cushioned by a lover, can lead us into the ways of peace; finding that like making love, the union of two hearts can perform magic, and peace is attainable for tiny moments in our time.
September 21, 2013 at 5:00 pm
Thanks to this! I love the diagram!
September 21, 2013 at 7:48 pm
This is lovely………I have to smile at disintegration being “a reasonable alternative”. Cool!
September 21, 2013 at 9:05 pm
A relationship of endearment is always welcomed as a cushion. It helps build up the peaceful nature in two souls. Nicely K!
Hank
September 21, 2013 at 11:42 pm
Absolutely loved this poem! I think that all we can hope for in this world is to find someone that can make us feel safe, feel at peace. You seemed to have found him! 🙂
September 22, 2013 at 1:09 pm
Darling drawing and very dear poem, perhaps as dear as your husband is to you … Nice!
September 22, 2013 at 1:28 pm
Aw. This is lovely. I’m sure he loved it.
September 22, 2013 at 1:29 pm
Thank you, Myrna. k.
September 23, 2013 at 12:28 pm
Hi Karin, my first time here, I think…
‘Love your ending and:
You make collapse possible,
disintegration a reasonable
alternative’
A tender, clever and well crafted piece… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com