Finding Eros

 

They say 

seeking for Eros is insanity;

I wonder if

you would walk to the ends of the earth

through fire, through ice

and embrace the whirlwind

to find your own madness.

Author's Note

not a poem...there is just a need to empty this heart...

Reviews

[KAin]

To stand at the edge of storms and embrace it.
To delve into the heart of chaos and find at its center a peculiar stillness.
Within the darkness, there is a peculiar light, and a flower that blooms only in the depths of moonlight. The path through the world is littered with the shards of madness - but only raw desire can lead you to an end unfettered by reality's cruelty, by dream's intangibility.

And then one day, when you're just about to give up... someone walks into your life... and suddenly there's this fire, this wild consuming thing inside you that just changes everything.
I used to think of fate as something evil— predetermined — not by some higher power but by the rules of human nature.
But that day - that one encounter - changes everything, replacing the previous cynicism with the certainty that your entire life has been building to a single moment.

You stare into the fire, into the wildly dancing form of the flames, and you see patterns.
You see the random crystallized lumps of ice and you see order...
and in the wild whirlwind there is a curious tranquility.

Paradox! Madness!
And yet... when you're in love, somehow it all makes sense.

'This is not a poem'? I beg to differ.

You ARE poetry, Belle.
Our words.

[Caradoc]

The words of your heart are poetry, dear Belle. I think, perhaps, that you could not be poetic if you tried. Long has it been since I stopped by your page to see your wonders, but this one just drew me in. Beautiful, tragic, and oddly inspiring.

I was told by a good friend there is someone out there for me, but, I have all but given up on finding love. My heart was broken and this time I can't see where the edges go, the pattern in the pieces to make it whole again. Or perhaps it is that I am just too tired to try. I don't see the point. At least while it is in pieces I don't have to worry about it getting shattered again. I no longer believe in soul mates, at least, not for me.

Anyway, end of depression rant.

You have a beautiful soul and it shows clearly through your writing, even if you don't consider it poetry. This one has an interesting question to consider. Madness? Eros already impaled my heart with that particular arrow. His cruelty was in making me want what can never be mine.

Well written, as always, dear Nymph.

-Cara

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I already found mine, and didn't have to walk to far...but to find either eros or madness...probably would walk that far...answers are usually at the end of a very long journey...

a poem to ponder for sure...nicely done. Belle...

[Pax]

"seeking Eros is lunacy;"

the very first line, i thought, we all search for someone who will understand us - have the connection to our craziness, have the will to surpass the madness, the compassion to understand & pierce through our barriers... that's love, and how foolish may it seems, we go insanely crazy just to find that connection...

such a beautiful piece...