Mathematical equations never were my forte. My coffee cools down on the cafe table. I wait wondering when return begins. Is there not a cosine to summon , calculate the marginal mean ways written in between subjects subtext? My triangular ruler 📐 is my square of the hypothetical Pythagorean theorem. The answer remains simple the square root of pi served in the side of my coffees drunk waiting for your answer. The light cream in the coffee is gone, but more can be found in spoonfuls full with thoughts where light disappears when dark coffee days are done.
Love every digit jotted. T’s connections to i’s dotted. Solving problems is another equation.
Pebbles that are like the GO game stones one placed on a vast territory and the opponent place an opposing stone. Soon one becomes surrounded with stones and while you think you’re winning you find yourself engulfed.
The way you said that people don’t always match perfectly but can still find ways to make it work was sheer delight. While I read this initially as romantic and still want to see it thst way, I can also see this applying to people who are friends with different views, political or otherwise. Thank you.
Your words truly capture the essence of love's boundless universe, where imperfections become opportunities for growth and understanding. Love isn't just about romantic gestures or perfect alignment; it's about the resilience and creativity of two souls determined to meld their differences into a cohesive story of shared experiences. This idea resonates deeply, not only in the realms of romance but also in friendships and any relationship facing the challenge of divergent views. It's comforting and profoundly beautiful to think of love as a force that doesn't just connect but also bridges and transforms.
Thank you for this enchanting perspective; it's a reminder of the infinite ways love manifests and enriches our lives.
You sound as if you love you wife as much as I love my partner .. he is my opposite in most everything…. Patient, where I have very little, yet I learn more each day.
I can write a million word about love and each one will be his name love this G
but as an unfinished poem that loves its own breaking..."
We are each of us unfinished and in the larger scheme of things constantly breaking the chrysalises of our selves in order to re-emerge into the light of who we may become.
Patris, you follow as many or maybe more writers than I. I am humbled that you carve out a moment for me. Your replies mean so much to many but especially poets. Thank you.
Gloria - What a lovely thing to say - I consider your work a beautiful piece of this place of discovery, creativity. Sometimes I can’t believe my luck finding it and all of you.
Maybe wishes do come true. I always wished-yearned-to be a part of the grand salons of the day when artists were revered and conversation was an art form.
Gloria Horton-Young: You capture the spirit of Edward Hopper and these lines, with, as an example, two who could have been life-long in love passing the moments in shyness and in quietude . . .
We’ve all been there, in this space of remoteness between the mundane day to day and the ethereal wilderness of infatuation. This beautiful requiem captures your personal feelings and puts them into words for those of us who’ve never been able to describe it!
My beloved wife, you are my start, my journey, and everything in between. You are the woman everyone dreams of being loved by—the one, the only. That star I wished upon? It granted my wish.
Beautiful! There it is - REAL LOVE - this makes 4 that I know about but everyone strives to find it. I am so very grateful I have found it as well - chefs kiss to you two! Isn’t it amazing 💖
Mathematical equations never were my forte. My coffee cools down on the cafe table. I wait wondering when return begins. Is there not a cosine to summon , calculate the marginal mean ways written in between subjects subtext? My triangular ruler 📐 is my square of the hypothetical Pythagorean theorem. The answer remains simple the square root of pi served in the side of my coffees drunk waiting for your answer. The light cream in the coffee is gone, but more can be found in spoonfuls full with thoughts where light disappears when dark coffee days are done.
Love every digit jotted. T’s connections to i’s dotted. Solving problems is another equation.
You get me, Richard. 🙏
Some one has to capture the essence of sentences.
If anyone does, it’s you. I read your replies and am flabbergasted at your word smithing.
Pebbles that are like the GO game stones one placed on a vast territory and the opponent place an opposing stone. Soon one becomes surrounded with stones and while you think you’re winning you find yourself engulfed.
Are you familiar with the game?
The way you said that people don’t always match perfectly but can still find ways to make it work was sheer delight. While I read this initially as romantic and still want to see it thst way, I can also see this applying to people who are friends with different views, political or otherwise. Thank you.
Your words truly capture the essence of love's boundless universe, where imperfections become opportunities for growth and understanding. Love isn't just about romantic gestures or perfect alignment; it's about the resilience and creativity of two souls determined to meld their differences into a cohesive story of shared experiences. This idea resonates deeply, not only in the realms of romance but also in friendships and any relationship facing the challenge of divergent views. It's comforting and profoundly beautiful to think of love as a force that doesn't just connect but also bridges and transforms.
Thank you for this enchanting perspective; it's a reminder of the infinite ways love manifests and enriches our lives.
It’s a beautiful poem, Gloria📖💙🌊
Thank you, I’ve loved her all my life.
You sound as if you love you wife as much as I love my partner .. he is my opposite in most everything…. Patient, where I have very little, yet I learn more each day.
I can write a million word about love and each one will be his name love this G
She is my everything. You understand. You get me. 🙏
"Always remember us this way—
not as a perfect story, or a solved equation,
but as an unfinished poem that loves its own breaking..."
We are each of us unfinished and in the larger scheme of things constantly breaking the chrysalises of our selves in order to re-emerge into the light of who we may become.
Loved this poem, Gloria.
She is and will always be my special someone.
Thank you, Jena.
Another magically beautiful poem-essay, as we begin to know you through these gifts to us. Now a rebel *with* a cause💙
Rebel certainly applies! LOL
Stunningly beautiful please give us more
Thank you, Bestie. ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
So lovely. ❤️❤️
Thank you, Susan. 💙
This is beautiful
Patris, you follow as many or maybe more writers than I. I am humbled that you carve out a moment for me. Your replies mean so much to many but especially poets. Thank you.
Gloria - What a lovely thing to say - I consider your work a beautiful piece of this place of discovery, creativity. Sometimes I can’t believe my luck finding it and all of you.
Maybe wishes do come true. I always wished-yearned-to be a part of the grand salons of the day when artists were revered and conversation was an art form.
In my response to you a few minutes ago I
very nearly referenced my very definite impression of this place as similar to those salons. A refuge as well.
Isn’t it intriguing to find a new author and see names of fellow subscribers?
It is - though I now am finding it unsurprising.
Gloria Horton-Young -- who stirs the Storm: This line really moved me:
"VII.
So, we stand, two figures in a landscape drawn by Hopper,
all light and longing and unreachable faces,
in a diner that serves endless cups of silence
with a side of what-might-have-been."
Armand, grasping that can take a moment or an entire lifetime.
It certainly took me years to put it into words.
Gloria Horton-Young: You capture the spirit of Edward Hopper and these lines, with, as an example, two who could have been life-long in love passing the moments in shyness and in quietude . . .
So much sadness in life.
But some of that brings beauty.
We’ve all been there, in this space of remoteness between the mundane day to day and the ethereal wilderness of infatuation. This beautiful requiem captures your personal feelings and puts them into words for those of us who’ve never been able to describe it!
My beloved wife, you are my start, my journey, and everything in between. You are the woman everyone dreams of being loved by—the one, the only. That star I wished upon? It granted my wish.
Beautiful! There it is - REAL LOVE - this makes 4 that I know about but everyone strives to find it. I am so very grateful I have found it as well - chefs kiss to you two! Isn’t it amazing 💖
😭😭😭
Verse VIII - Wow, wow...
Thank you. 🙏
Gloria, ya know I loved ya,
You garden of de light.
Squirrel behind tree
Only see tail twitching
What a telltale
Still do.
Ok. I snorted laughing. Malcolm, you are a card!!!
"a poem that reads us, over and over, as if we are new,
as if we are words worth saying, worth saving,
in the draft where all light begins."
There is something magical meeting a friend for a coffee. Absolutely.
I love seeing people leaning over small tables and whispering to one another. I always, always want to listen in.
Yes and mostly you can see the love and affection. It is delightful to watch.
😘
Wonderful. Fabulous.
Leon, 🙏
Well, that was incredible. Thank you!
Margot! I’m thrilled. Thank you. 😊
O. M. G! Sooo many memories. Thank you.
We all have that someone or someones. I hope this poem fills a secret place in your heart.
Beautiful poem, Gloria, so Happy you two found each other!