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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
but is the love?


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

how it felt
to cross the lines
we did so

so willingly

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

with childlike
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:” [] inspired me to write this piece.

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

    the ink is
    but is the love?


    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
    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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