What is love
if not
acceptance
of flaws that lovers
fail to see
Eyes clouded by
the carnal
and yet mindful
of the numberless
possibilities
We’re I not broken
you might not
have seen me
your nature being
to offer solace
to solve the puzzle
from the strewn pieces
that you see
This compassion
drew me in
holds me fast
within this novel union
palpable, constant,
and
enduring
Ellecee
Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Harper Lee
and
Skywriting - numberless
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ReplyDeleteLove, all love, is a "novel union". Oxymoron? Probably but no two are the same but in common, love is "acceptance of flaws that lovers fail to see."
ReplyDeleteI like it lots, Ellecee.
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Oh, what a beautiful restatement of Atticus's declaration, to make it your own.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous, Linda!💝 Indeed, love is acceptance of one's flaws.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you used the Atticus quote as a springboard into your own poem, Linda. I like the progression, from the questioning in the opening lines, the wondering at what might be in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Were I not broken
you might not
have seen me’
to the ending, which is so certain:
‘within this novel union
palpable, constant,
and
enduring’.
A reminder that unconditional love is the only kind worth experiencing.
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