From the files of the Ineffable Mr. Jones
Songs to sing!
We danced in meadows, spring..
We were light.. Like seeds in the air
Clouds in the sky
Wishes in a heart… but WHY?!
Why does love end? Where does the definition of such things begin?
Where does the analytical, transcendental, accidental traveler of love’s arduous voyage begin and end?
Seeds in the wind.
Blowing from here to there, to nowhere.
Mostly, just into you… about you.. around you.
That was the destination of all that is true.. me and you.
You were the reason of the season
The how and the why the blooming of the flowers opened to our sighs
We were breath to the trees
An Ecstatic cacophony of ecstasy!
But why?
Why does love end?
Questions persist
Muscles need mending..
Seasons come to freeze and allow for resting.
Covered in frozen life a million original faces lying
In a frozen crowd Waiting
To melt and flood and begin again….
We were right…
We were everything.
Fields of green rolling skin
Fingers stretched dancing in the wind
Fresh buds are bursting
Through the soil lurching,
Awkward limbs of adolescence…
New birth and chance of love
In the spring of renovation…
ineffablemrjones 
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really like ‘we were breath to the trees’
Why? The mystery of life – why does love begin and why does it end…and you have captured that helpless feeling that you are just being swept along by the winds of chance. That all of it, the good and the bad, is inevitable.
Really good stuff!
thank you very much… I am glad you understood it
Very nice… You are a talented writer Mr Jones.
thank you… I try
Thank you for liking ‘Ripe’ and thus also leading me to this poem. I really like it. But I LOVE it without the “why”s.
thanks I will read it again and see if it sounds better without them.. it’s always good to get constructive criticism
I like the depth of your words. Very to the heart.
I appreciate the kind words. I try to make it as real as possible.
Thanks for stopping by stillvoicing!
Thanks for liking my letter to all! I love this poem as well! My next post is though not in poetic words about this kind of love: the love of our Creator in us–eternal love so far removed from the emotional romantic love that always let us down!
You remind me of my son. Love your poem.
is that a good thing?
That is a great thing, it is purely something he would write. I am very proud of him…
how old is he?
Sorry did not see your response.. he is 21
Thanks for stopping by my site – LOVE this poem.
thanks… feel free to look around I am sure there is more you will like if you enjoyed this one
I like. Makes you think more deeply about love.
Thank you for visiting my blog. What a deep poem!
This is fun to read aloud – it sings. Thanks for reading my attempt to write.
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Love This. Thanks for visiting my blog. Yours is awesome!