Sunday, October 24, 2010

Monday Potluck ~ Solitary musing...

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Lakspur bud opening in my garden.


I need to be clear
make sure you understand
have it exactly right

love is not a toy to be
played with, then
selfishly set aside

I don’t want to bruise you
with some foolish whimsy,
a by-product of my humanity

perhaps you already know
how much love a heart can
lose before it breaks



the sound and smell of the sea draw me
to the edge of something I can't name

restless, sleepless, in need of something 

I watch the waves dance around my feet
mesmerized by the ebb and flow of
relentless return - wave after wave
imitating the sound of your flesh
brushing over mine in the dark hours
just before morning breaks in your eyes

The feel of salt air on my skin lingers like
your breath on my neck -
just before you kiss me



I tore my words
into tiny pieces,
watched them float
to the ground.

Only you know if they
fell into your heart.


Love is many emotions, feelings, contradictions, torments and joys. Love that comes from God transcends all earthly love and is perfect.

Have a wonderful Monday and week.  :)




  1. Amazing post! I love the most the first poem and I agree so with what you've said there .. Love is not a toy! happy Potluck!

  2. Eaton, each of these is a gem. I couldn't say that I like one more than the other, but the last really resonates. Appreciate your summary statement at the end. Fine work. Poem on ...

  3. Nice work. I especially like the comparison with the ocean...I can almost taste the salt on my lips :o)

  4. so many sentiments,
    each one takes a strong role,
    love is magical after all....

    timeless image,
    unbeatable poetry.
    Thanks for sharing.

  5. Too much loss can break a heart but it always has room for more love. May your heart burst with affection.

  6. Most excellent penmanship Eaton. Much enjoyed. Like the first in particular, if only because it is laid into tercets (love those), though they are all fine pieces.

    Warmest Salad


  7. first one, true, love is not a toy...

    second one, beautiful...


    Happy Halloween to you.
    Hope to see you at our poetry potluck Halloween party tonight. Post a poem on Halloween, or share an old poem unrelated to the theme, link in as soon as we are open, that’s how you get the best result of feedback.
    Feel free to take any awards from this post, enjoy!


    the celebrate poet of September award for you,
    plus the honorable mention,
    u rock!

  10. Beautiful. Thank you! And I have enjoyed the music while here as well. A wonderful treat this evening.

    Blog on, Eaton.


Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright

Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Flat Stanley near Castlemaine, Victoria.