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July 3, 2012 / amivglobus

love lines

the love lines
that flowed from
golden nibs
onto fine stationery
have stuttered
to a stop

the ink is
permanent
but is the love?

stationary

better the days
we scribbled
between the rules
of notebook paper
with nubs
of #2 pencils

teasing
testing
how it felt
to cross the lines
we did so
willingly

so willingly

I long
for the passion
scrawled
on scraps
of butcher paper
in brightly-colored
magic marker

with childlike
determination
love burned
like star-bursts

the marks
are still there
where did all
the magic go?

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  1. amivglobus / Jul 3 2012 3:35 pm

    My thanks to the lovely and talented Joanna. The imagery in her poem “What has so far transpired:” [http://the-tenth-muse.com/2012/06/26/what-has-so-far-transpired/] inspired me to write this piece.

  2. brian miller / Jul 3 2012 3:36 pm

    the ink is
    permanent
    but is the love?

    stationary

    ouch…where does the love go…how does the fire become quenched…it def happens if you are not tending it…hard reality…and there are days i pine as well for those days…

  3. Susan L Daniels / Jul 3 2012 3:47 pm

    Very well done–love the butcher paper image especially.

  4. hollyannegetspoetic / Jul 3 2012 3:54 pm

    Pencils, permanent ink and magic markers – I can see them now. Sometimes we have to read between the lines…

  5. Ravenblack / Jul 4 2012 4:07 am

    I really like how you use stationary as a metaphor to describe a relationship, of love. I can see the stationary, the sticker sparkly stars — there seems to be an innocence liken to first love here. Very cool write. 🙂

  6. Chazinator / Jul 4 2012 9:13 am

    After the fire of passion softens to an ember’s glow, where does love go? I think love can deepen, unfolding new lights, filled with shadows, yes, but all the richer, more fulfilling, for that.

  7. ManicDdaily / Jul 4 2012 9:28 am

    So willingly – I love the butcher paper and the no. 2 pencils. Well done. k.

  8. zongrik / Jul 4 2012 9:38 am

    i like the passion scrawled on butcher paper. that’s how i write

  9. claudia / Jul 4 2012 11:20 am

    I long
    for the passion
    scrawled
    on scraps
    of butcher paper
    in brightly-colored
    magic marker…this is very cool…and heck..yes..often the marks stay and the love is gone..not easy to keep that fire burning at times..ugh..

  10. Victoria C. Slotto / Jul 4 2012 11:46 am

    The way that you described the fine details of this poem will, not doubt, bring this to life for many of us. Very resonant.

  11. joanna / Jul 9 2012 5:35 am

    i like this one a lot– the wordplay is terribly clever. especially the magic marker part, the marks/ …still there/ but where did…/ the magic go?

    thanks for the shout-out; sorry i haven’t been round earlier, was on vacation from the world and the interwebs all last week. 🙂

    • amivglobus / Jul 10 2012 10:47 pm

      I’m offline for a week or more at a time too often to count, so I wasn’t worried about you {yet 😉 }. Thanks for stopping in and commenting, and thanks for the inspiration!

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