Passion knows its
limitations are scarce,
A boundless and borderless
location.
Unfettered in its
weightiness and lust,
Swerving between moods and
modes.
Grasping in a tightly held
heartiness,
Clasping and twisting within
its rapture.
Almost depleting ease of easy
breathing,
Consuming and devouring a
new power.
At times hating the
crushing attentiveness,
Yet bereft and relishing
an imminent return.
Head-over-heels or
standing on ragged edges,
It hounds and captivates
each waking wink.
Secreting itself within
deepest recess of being,
Its presence infiltrates
and disperses enduringly.
Pounding upon the freedoms
of actions in mind,
Love challenges any escape
from beyond its hold.
A thought provoking poem that I thoroughly enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Eileen .
You are so well versed no matter the verse....
Best wishes
xx
Love challenges any escape
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A classic ending Eileen! Just how powerful love can be. Its hold is so tenacious and powerful that one may need to really struggle to free oneself. I believe this is so true! Wonderful write!
Hank
Passion definitely can have it's limits if not set on the foundation of something stable and everlasting. Beautiful poem Eileen.
ReplyDeleteDepthful writing, Eileen. I like the flow of the poem and the progression of your thoughts. The ending was perfect. I do think that once love takes hold there is no escape. We are held by its grasp.
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