Love is not contractual. It is not trite or buyable.
It’s not dependent on reason to render it as viable.
It depends on qualities more visceral than seeable—
makes one’s considerations more youable than meeable.
In its beginning stages, love may seem aleatory
as though the price of love is to squirm in purgatory.
Waiting by the telephone, in an abject state,
love wonders, “Will or won’t he ask me for a date?”
But this abject terror sometimes gives way to calm
as our object of affection furnishes the balm
that soothes our rash and fearful hopes and turns them to reality,
refining hopeful crushes into mutual love’s finality.
True love is always waiting to drop the other shoe
as “Will he? Will she? Dare we?” finally gives way to “I do.”
Word prompts for the day are visceral, trite, aleatory and abject.
Love this poem Judy.
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Did you see it on Reader? My Reader is frozen and I can’t see any newer posts on it. Working with a Happiness Engineer on this. Always a new thrill.
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I did see it and the repost too.
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It never showed up on mine which is why I reposted..I didn’t know people were just receiving it by email or by The Reader. So strange. But I only read on the Reader and know others are the same, so just reposted. Thanks for your reply, which I’ve just seen at 2:03 AM..
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These glitches of WP never end.
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown.
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You had some tough prompt words to work with there. It came out great!
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THANKS, EIlene..It was a challenge.
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