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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Being and Loved....



Early days love is quite fickle and flighty,
It arrives from wherever and easily leaves.
Loneliness the mainstay of so many hearts,
Resigned to sitting upon a single track of life.
True love evolves and nurtures total yearning,
It’s embracing experience with a silent holding.
Written on the lines and the face of sincerity,
Oft whispers loud notes of caring and sharing.
Demanding in its totality and daily interference,
The rewards never cease in their endless bounty.
Love transfers and encompasses the very best,
For without love there is little reason for being.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/02/2014
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Love.’…
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2014/02/poets-united-mid-week-motif-love.html

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12 comments:

  1. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerWednesday, February 05, 2014

    I so agree--love encompasses all--lovely write!

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  2. SusanWednesday, February 05, 2014

    Beautifully expressed, Eileen! I love the contrast of Early Love and True Love, the silent holding, lines, the demands and rewards, reason for living. I say YES.

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  3. GabriellaWednesday, February 05, 2014

    Lovely poem throughout! You express a lot of truths here. True love does evolve. And sincerity, caring and sharing are momentous in any relationship. Perfect closing line!

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  4. MaryWednesday, February 05, 2014

    Yes, true love does evolve. It does not happen immediately, but it is something that is built on and deepens with time, and yes giving reason to our being. Very nice, Eileen.

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  5. Brian MillerWednesday, February 05, 2014

    love transfers and encompasses...i like that bit eileen...i agree too on there being little reason without love....

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  6. Laurie KolpWednesday, February 05, 2014

    This is really beautiful, Eileen. I especially like:

    True love evolves and nurtures total yearning,
    It’s embracing experience with a silent holding.

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  7. kaykualaThursday, February 06, 2014

    Love transfers and encompasses the very best,
    For without love there is little reason for being.

    Very philosophical and very true Eileen! Though many found it easily but for a handful it is so elusive. To each his own best describes it! Wonderful take!

    Hank

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyThursday, February 06, 2014

    I love "written on the lines and the face of sincerity" so much!

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  9. Optimistic ExistentialistThursday, February 06, 2014

    True love does evolve over time yes. And I love the last line - love makes the world go 'round :)

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  10. Liz Rice-SosneThursday, February 06, 2014

    It is and it does. A poem of great truth. A lovely poem.

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  11. Jae RoseThursday, February 06, 2014

    That single track is very haunting..so very true.taking the risk of linking up to another line seems well rewarded as your poem so clearly conveys

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  12. MargieFriday, February 07, 2014

    Dear Eileen
    I really so enjoyed this poem, wonderfully written.

    Many, many thanks for the visit and kind words, you added joy to my day.

    Best wishes, always

    Margie
    xx

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