poetry

Dear Love

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by Jesi Scott

 

Dear Love,

 

How do I begin to say

all that my words cannot convey?

How I wish you’d simply stayed away.

 

I was fine all on my own

when you made yourself known,

understanding I didn’t want to be alone.

 

And there I was, caught in your gravity,

lost without reason, no clarity,

baptised in your rhapsody.

 

Now, here I stand watching you walk away,

the words catching in my throat, held at bay,

as memories replay.

 

My fragile strength is now gone.

I am broken, no reason to move on.

And this conclusion was foregone-

the moment you said hello.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

4 Replies to “Dear Love

    1. 🙂
      No, it’s not autobiographic. I was listening to Sara Bareilles’s song Gravity last night and it always inspires. I was thinking about one of the lyrics “all my fragile strength is gone” and suddenly a letter took shape. It’s simply a message to the way love comes and goes and how sometimes a simple “hello” eventually leads to goodbye, and yet, we still find ourselves getting caught up in Love’s gravity. Even when we know we might be about to burn up in it’s atmosphere.

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