Love's Diner

Going through the process of meeting someone, challenges, changes we may desire, breaking up, the heartache, how we go through it/then reconciling with the memory.

Love’s Diner

 

Scars are souvenirs platter, Gathered together in intricate patterns 

Upon once affectionate splatters while lying in an empty bed,

Wondering why he’s not there.

 

A mosaic reflecting perceptions tolerantly meticulously stained

By mounting manifestations of self-recognition,

Sculpting each other for a little bit of this and that:

If he would or wouldn’t all for the power of love.

Change: What a slow cooking pot of crock!

It is there or it is not.

 

Wondering, tediously analyzing situations to find blame,

Forgetting true love doesn’t ask or shame,

It gives pleasure and beauty blending the waves

Forming individual shapes unique and brave.

 

Denying the cascading resistance, like tumbleweeds rolling on the prairie,

There we go, flailing about like fish out of water dying inside, gasping for air,

The flattened earth dirtied thirsty and un-flattered,

Wondering why upon whines and cries we hold inside,

Like babies we want, we need, forcing pieces of a puzzle to fit,

That never did, not one bit.

 

Ignited by senses, smells, touches and tinder,

We play our games wishing for love: Is he,

 Is he?, my true, desperately seeking acceptance,

 until “Is he” becomes Izy, Izy, Izy and you’re worn out and dizzy.

 

But still amazed at the rattle of the rungs of his ladder,

Resisting rejection, seeking acceptance, the lure, the challenge,

We climb higher hoping for complimentary chatter, the smiles,

Of shilley- shalley.

 

The sweet potent scent of loves caressing powder,

Hesitant to call out the flaws, we shudder and quiver but eventually fall.

A hungry lusts’ evolution: a mugger, a bamboozler,

 Like when a blazing fire meets rain,

Or pulling at a rusty chain, the anchor is free, we finally surrender.

 

The sticky clusters of fantastical visions,

Evolve into reconciliation of once loving memories.

 

The Placenta of an affair falls like death at our door,

What a bloody mess, dying leisurely in aggregate,

Gradually crucified landing on glass laden floors.

The fragments strewn on our hard metal gutters,

Remnants lay in the confused voices of clutter.

 

Pains of heartache remain, a ballet lonely minds play,

Sometimes feeling like punishment we cannot sustain.

But IT IS Love’s Diner, nothing’s finer, with reconciliations’ blessing

The hurt disappears like yesterday’s leftovers of once sad matters.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is like sitting down for a meal...romance...appetizers, starting the main course, those side dishes of good and bad experience together, the end of the entree and then the dessert---either the good dessert that has us going to bed happy, or the bad dessert that makes us chuck up the entire meal...and then move on...
hurt is inevitable...it is how we bounce back, how we approach the next meal...
i like the metaphor carried throughout this piece...we must taste it to experience it---
i like what Ana said...

"food for thought"---

[Jerald Infant Jeyarethi..]

If LOVE is having pain for dinner???!!!! Wonder what it has for breakfast, lunch and probably snacks:P???

Jus kidding... This is highly creative and imaginative piece of work:) Bravo!!!1

[Terrence Chang]

Wow I am full. The diner was amazing. From starter to main course to desert it was good. My mind is full. Amazing writing

[Confuser]

Chang, if you have new writing, please send me a RR. I do not have anything of yours. Thank you. Dale

[Terrence Chang]

no problem i will send it yo you as soon as possible

[Confuser]

You are so sweet a young man.

[Terrence Chang]

Actually I have sent you all my writings it is on the request and thank you for calling sweet young man. Also I working on a script for a movie hope to get it done soon and plus a book which will take some time. So there is a lot of stuff for me to keep me occupied for a while now. Hope for the best

[Lenah Mehzabin]

Oh my god this so fabulous ! . How beautifully u penned the ''Truth '' without hurting again the wonders of love here and there .Gorgeous use of words .I especially liked the 3 , 4 and last two stanza's . One of my new favorite from ur collections. Thank you for such a beautiful share ! :))

[Cool Girl]

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I love this one:)
I love how you compare love to a dinner... Just wonderful!

[Jamestown]

This is a brilliant piece of work for sure, I was hungry for more after each line read. The use of words made me say wow.

[Ana B.]

oh man......absolutely brilliant work....the metaphors, the feelings.....i couldn't help but read every word till the end....and a very original title....
And, I could almost hear his responce to you .....nicely assembled in this song :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOEgp2DlAZc

Amazing work Dale :)

[Confuser]

Ana B., when you have time, tell me the name of the song. Cannot get link to work; chances are - I know it!

[Ana B.]

'' Run every time'' - Gavin Degraw

[Confuser]

I love Gavin Degraw; Don't know if I listened to that song; but I will; Have you heard Trains song 50 Ways to Die? I'm laughing so much at the video, but the writing is brilliant. I will listen now. Ana, Loved it! Great pipes he has and the falcetto is so beautiful; Tks, I'll listen to more. Saw him sing Piano Man, among other for Billy Joel's Gershwin Award. Great lyrics!

[Ana B.]

:) oh, check out ''Sugar'' by Maroon 5......gosh i've always wanted to marry Adam Levine ghahaha

[Confuser]

Oh, poor Ana, you know he just married his model wife. Love Maroon 5; he is so talented; He is ADHD like me; but was put on meds as a kid and WOW did he get focused. Love new single Animal too. Will listen to sugar again. I may even have it. He is a hunk, a hunk of hot burning love; no doubt about it!

[Ana B.]

Nope, haven't heard that song from Train....but i love the band....will check out ASAP!

[Confuser]

Ana, from my poem, I would say you are amazed at the "rattle on the rungs of his ladder." Hehehe!

[Ana B.]

Dang......still, i love his songs and the way he sings about women....who could resist that.....sigh....

[Confuser]

He is so, so very talented! The lyrics are phenomenal; the video too. Got to listen again.

[Ana B.]

I found only 50 ways to say goodbye, not die hmmmm...i loved it......still spellbound by Train since ''Hey soul sister '' ....

[Ana B.]

Can I suggest an oldie? ''Woman's worth'' Alicya Keys....soo nice...okay, i'll stop harassing you now :) enjoy!

[Confuser]

Oh, I know it well. Love her and will listen Now!! Never harrassing when it comes to music! I love music- a freak I am.

[Ana B.]

aww....I also love music....music is my drug and muse.....
have you ever heard of Agnes Obel .....i love her music...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZN1HKn3Qus

[wordman]

well dale you are getting better every day.this is a great write with vivid colors
you did a great job

[Confuser]

Thanks wordman, just thought of something to change, laughing, but what about pulling on a rusty toilet chain? the stinch, the odor remains? I'm laughin, but I may change it.

[wordman]

if it works go for it your welcome

[Confuser]

Oh, I was just thinking aloud. About pulling a chain, and the stinch of it, that's all. Hope you have a great weekend!

[brezybaby3]

Beautiful poem. Well thought out, and executed. You tug at heartstrings of the reader and drag them into the poem with you. Such a sweet trip.

[Confuser]

Wow, thank you; I'm so new to poetry and especially writing anything to do with love. I hope you are doing well. If you've sent me a request, I'll get to it soonest! Thanks, have a great nite.

[Lizardo]

''Forgetting true love doesn’t ask or shame,''
This a deep poem with a nice ending
like the problems just took you out for a moment then you came back to earth and said:
''IT IS Love’s Diner, nothing’s finer, with reconciliations’ blessing''
truely one beautiful poem you have here, Great work

[R Smith]

You have arrived! Its your time now to accept your place among the high and mighty of poets the world over, no more self denigration Dale this work proclaims you as the immensely great poet that you are;

Ignited by senses, smells, touches and tinder,
We play our games wishing for love: Is he,
Is he?, my true, desperately seeking acceptance,
until “Is he” becomes Izy, Izy, Izy and you’re worn out and dizzy.

Brilliant stanza;

Pains of heartache remain, a ballet lonely minds play,
Sometimes feeling like punishment we cannot sustain.
But IT IS Love’s Diner, nothing’s finer, with reconciliations’ blessing
The hurt disappears like yesterday’s leftovers of once sad matters.

Astounding ending, you have it all and poetry is at your feet :)