Closest

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Firelight eyes inset with oceans
Turbulent with quests unspoken
Smoldering as sleep attempts to
Douse the blaze and creep within you

Drowning in the chaos of a torn and broken world
Like the closest thing to heaven that the earth may ever hold
Cradled in the moment we were effortlessly curled
Into pretty little bundles–we were burning up like candles

Ravenous hearts with words unspoken
Chancy glances passed and stolen
Overbold and wildly woven
So in love, but love was broken

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43 responses to “Closest

  1. How you manage to get the complex to the simple to the complex; I have just wander along…stolen glance is one of my favorite thoughts; I love the ways you get at this!

    • Thank you! I was thinking about a wonderful love. I heard a song by The Juliana Theory a long time ago in which he referred to a girl as “the closest thing to heaven” and the idea was fascinating to me. I also had the thought from Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabelle Lee” in my head where he said that the reason his love was taken was because the angels coveted a love like they had so she was taken away. I don’t really know what all else was going through my head. I just felt like there was a wonderful relationship there and it was not the fault of the people involved that it could not work out correctly–rather it was something more like the world they were in which prevented it. I’m not sure any of this makes sense. Sometimes my thoughts are a bit abstract and odd

    • I’ve never been popular enough to have stalkers, so I’m sure even if you were it would be flattering πŸ™‚

      I really appreciate your thoughts and ideas! I am humbled by your kindness. Thank you for sharing with me

      • “Firelight eyes inset with oceans
        Turbulent with quests unspoken
        Smoldering as sleep attempts to
        Douse the blaze and creep within you

        Drowning in the chaos of a torn and broken world
        Like the closest thing to heaven that the earth may ever hold
        Cradled in the moment we were effortlessly curled
        Into pretty little bundles–we were burning up like candles

        Ravenous hearts with words unspoken
        Chancy glances passed and stolen
        Overbold and wildly woven
        So in love, but love was broken”

    • You are always more than welcome to ask, although I fumble with explanations πŸ™‚

      The feeling in that line came from the idea that if you attempt to use something properly, and your procedures are correct, then when things do not work as promised, perhaps it is not you who is failing, but the product is faulty. Perhaps there is a certain frustration involved in that statement as I feel that I have given all there is to give on my end and so has everyone else involved. Then I want to lay the blame somewhere else. I don’t blame the people. I am forced to blame love itself. Absurd perhaps, but artists twist things to pull the emotions out and I needed to express a frustration over a very wonderful love that had been torn apart by circumstances outside of my control. Then again love rarely works as advertised on TV πŸ™‚

  2. Great poem again! Somehow the last sentence resonated the most for me “So in love, but love was broken”
    Just thinking about even after a love is broken it still became a part of who we are and maybe it never leaves. Anyway…

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