Megillah of Love
What has love got to do with it?
if it stirs in that smouldering combination of emotions to make a delicious sauce to go with a prime size cut fillet.
What is so complicated about love and feelings?
Simply, you love or don’t and that is end to these endless questions and irrational dealings.
If love is so simple then why does one emotion interlink with another juxtaposing emotion?
Simplicity is not how I would describe love ,with how our hearts can split and antagonise our entire being, with one moment, played out in slow motion.
So how would you describe love?
Like I said,
It is complicated.
I can’t accept this when I know exactly how I want my love life to play out-
True, love is about reciprocation too,
that can be complicated, as much as looking for that one missing ,glass shoe.
A prince will always find his soul mate and take her to the gates of his charming, heavenly palace.
And I suppose you will all live happily ever after, with a massive brood, including a highly imaginative child by the name of Alice.
Love conquers all!
If,that is true ,why is it every time I switch on the T.V. news has spread like an incurable infection of more lost lives in war?
It gets addressed as significant as a child losing his precious ball over the neighbours wall.
Love is complicated whether for a significant other , a lover or your country.
Love is action – it is doing what you feel .
No time to get caught up in thoughts of morose ill.
It is sitting on a linen blanket in the country side, eating baguettes and fromages and sipping from a glass of champagne
-simple – no need to get out the lifeless,numbing scrumpy.
Love takes on many roles.
Responsibilities even and sometimes it can find itself in a place where it can’t justify itself by reason.
Reason with the heart is not meant to be pondered over for a dreary, frost bitten season.
It should come as soon as the first flowers peak out from their slumber to sing out their unique eau de perfume.
It should be about Egyptian 200 thread cotton, white sheets and limbs intertwined as one -far away in some distant room.
You live in this Grasse- like place with lavender filled dreams.
It is making me rather sleepy and I can’t quite take in all the simplicity you place on love’s seams.
Dress it up how you like, but it takes complexity and skill to make an outfit that fits, makes you want to scream at your refection in fits of delight.
You have become like an annoying echo with all this talk of love’s miraculous charm to infuse our souls ,wholly bright.
There is no hope for her now she is intoxicated -completely brainwashed -sucking on prime air of Elysium.
Love can burrow inside like a poison. You lose sense of time ,direction even.
How do you even know this is not the devils ways way to lure you to a place, in your mind, where it topples over into a tidal insanity pool of frenetic waves –
completely caught up in a schism ?
Look, I am not trying to be a complete Asshole or be the mood killer,
but I have to end this somehow -it has somehow turned into a farcical troupe of megillah.
* Increasing my vocabulary*
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Posted on Jul 22, 2016, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WORKS, WRITTEN WORKS and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Stream of consciousness, Vocabulary. Bookmark the permalink. 32 Comments.