Grace (also known as Heaven) and I, Margaret, collaborated for an "In Tandem" challenge from Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's keying in on February as the month of love. Grace the teenager, me the mother. I believe we ended up with a poem that pleases us both, and I hope you enjoy it as well.
Lessons in Love
Is this what love is, mother,
a madness that strikes your bones,
rattling all sensations, snatching thirst
until nothing sates your cup
like his hands on your cheeks ?
Do I tell her I remember
youth unbridled, love
that a woman’s heart
is made to break a hundred
if not one thousand times?
Is this what being in love means,
To be a seed, potted with words
Bursting with color, shape & rhythm,
I quiver like bowstring, an artist
coming of age, I write until his
breath lingers in all of my words.
rages until nothing is left?
burning steady and true,
yourself reflected within his eyes,
an image blossoming,
propelling you forward like an arrow,
straight and true,
his voice blending with yours,
hands faithfully molding,
lips forever encouraging.
I am drowning like a seashell,
oiled in coral, burnt desert sky
Is this what mercy is, an amnesia
of memories that swims with the tide
until everything is swallowed dry by the sea ?
youthful innocence hemorrhaging?
a woman’s heart is a flower
never ceasing to bloom,
roots extending, petals reaching,
forever nurturing, regardless of
“He loves me, he loves me not”.
must be experienced and survived,
so I wrap my arms around her
and for now, say nothing.
by Grace & Margaret, February 4, 2013