Sunday, June 14, 2009

Love and Laudanum

Love does not ensure respect
Love does not imply stability
Love is not patient
or kind, or wise, or calm

Love is a panic itch of self doubt
It is the undoing of hard work
It is a constant source of isolation~
Only able to capture fleeting bliss
In jars, on velvet nights....

Loving does not secure staying
Loving does not contain courage
Love is not a brave emotion,
Breathless, yes... but not brave

Love needs an alchemist
The creation of a tincture,
The Laudanum of Love
Begin with Love, add trust, a pinch of awe, one held breath, honesty and a healthy dose of respect

This amalgam yields an as of yet un-invented term
The secret opiate of happiness

Lost to all who buy the lie of Love alone....

3 screams:

Cassandra said...

Bravo! You say it perfectly when you say, "Love is a panic itch of self doubt/It is the undoing of hard work." So true. So true.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

I love the scary allure of that artwork, and the poem made me think deeply about love and what we expect of it, that it doesn't imply stability is interesting. So often, girls grow up to think Prince Charming will make it all right. Life is so much messier than that.
The tincture made me think of Martin Millar's Lonely Werewolf Girl, a book I love for its teen werewolf without an appetite except for laudanum. A dark and quirky tale.

Suzanne said...

Thank you dears!

Welcome Tricia!

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