Pause and Play

Hello to my tech savvy fallen angels! I love promoting the literary bounty that other bloggers garner. This new blogger, The Book Sniffer, wrote this unadorned yet enticing little poem. I enjoyed the metaphor pertaining to a remote control. It’s cute and interesting. I’m surprised I haven’t thought of it myself. Lol. Well, I hope you enjoy it and I encourage you to read other posts from them too. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

The Book Sniffer

If falling in love has a remote control,

I’d play our story over and all,

Go back to the moments when we just started,

And skip every time we think of ways on how to get parted,

I’d slow it down for the times we’re happy,

Pause and Play when things go choppy,

Go fast forward at times we argue,

Zoom in and out, the times when we’re so blue,

We’ll select those cute and memorable scenes,

Go to features and see what love really means,

Activate subtitle to remember the words we uttered,

Press volume to have our voices loudly heard,

But if love really has a remote control,

I’d add one button so that in love we’d always fall,

Remove some buttons like power off and stop,

Add patience for us to never give up,

Then I’ll add just one more feature,

A special button that’s tagged forever,

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Back to Basics

The arrow struck me down
Right before he flew away.
I landed in a rosy meadow.
I made my bed with the earth
At the foot of a Grecian goblet.
An elixir filled it to the brim.
It sparkled gold beneath the Sun
Like a spectre looming over the beat of life.
So bright and so peculiar,
I’m blind!

A wooden sign nidificated the rim:
“Sip it slowly
Don’t gulp it
Savor the flavor
Give and take”
– Give and take…
But no one else was there.
I looked around but all was wilderness,
Trees swaying to a silent song,
Grounded but not solitary.

A distant memory vacated repression.
I’ve been in this clearing before.
Someone whom I used to know,
Living off of every word they said,
His words were my grave,
But no more!
So I consumed a handful of ambrosia.
My reflection reached out of the goblet
To rid me of the tears
And the fears
Of the harsh reality that I once forced myself to accept.

But I’ve escaped my captor.
Now I have no master.
Others want to burn with me,
But they don’t hold a candle.
So the golden hand took a piece of my heart.
It was my cue to scoop up more of the elixir.
The empty void in my chest became full again…
Fascinating!
I never did this before!
Perhaps it begins here.

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