poem: love simplified

I need you

to help me

stumble upon

the greatness

that was placed

as a hidden obstacle

in all of our

daily paths

but that I

kept walking over

without

ever noticing.

It's just that

you make me

want to look

deep in the earth

for such

beautiful things

so I can give them later

to you.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

... wow, gorgeous Marie... everything, fits within these simple yet depthless two stanzas...
A love to realize what was always there and never noticed, open those inner doors that might have otherwise remained closed, find and culture that profound greatness within... and to give something just as vital and irreplaceable back too...

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks, Horizon... I remember going to a psychic reader once. I walked in the room, and she looked at me and said, "goodness, I need to sit up straight. the Elders just arrived with you."

That's kind of how I know I love someone. He makes me need to sit up straight, mind my manners, and be more of myself than I thought I was capable of being. It's all there, waiting to be unearthed. By law, we are not allowed to know our own power. We need others to help us unearth our own treasures. Not necessarily lovers, but they dig the deepest if we let them.

[Horizon K.]

We are not allowed to know our own power... Fascinating thought, as the self always becomes more clear when seen through/ seen through the eyes of another, one who is actually looking... And those who profoundly touch us and change us indeed do not have to be lovers, I so agree, as I know, aside from my parents, the hand that most sculpted me was a man neither a friend or lover, but a teacher/mentor who gave me so many things I did not know I was looking for... I still need to write my heart letter to this person... And I am so fascinated by the thought of psychics... I would try one too, if I knew the person was true... Anyway... I hope things are ok with you...

[Marie Anzalone]

write your letter.. for these people in my own life, I write/ have written several. We often wait until the person is dead to write their tribute, but I think that is a mistake. We should honor them today, in the here and now, for what they are to us today. That may change tomorrow, but tomorrow, we can write another letter.

[Horizon K.]

I will try (again)... This weekend might be the perfect time... This person has removed himself from my life (and everyone else as well, but still...). Had he not, I would be seeing him tomorrow...

[Marie Anzalone]

I wish you luck... I have had several of these fragile creatures enter my life at some point or another, just like you describe. Some here, some other places. I have found that they have a remarkable ability to teach your spirit to dance if you are patient and gentle with them. I will be thinking of you. :-)

[Horizon K.]

Funny how it is those fragile ones, who leave behind the widest trail of broken hearts...

[Marie Anzalone]

I forgive them all their fragility... I was one of them once, too

[Tree]

I like the format here, it's like taking the reader by the hand and guiding them where they need to go What they need to see. A poem with deep meaning, Marie.

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks... this one honstly wrote itself when I sat down one morning, prompted by a conversation with a good friend the night before.

[Marie Anzalone]

also see my post above to invs

[Sami Khalil]

Nice poem Marie...

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you!

[gombeggar]

well written...i like the structure...like the words too

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks! something I was pondering the other morning, after a talk about love with one of my students who had a lot of questions related to 20-something love and self-esteem. Tried to simplify it for her a little bit.

[gombeggar]

how to simplify love...hmm

[Poet's Soul]

This was a beautiful poem. Give to me so that I may give it to you. It was a simple but yet lovely thought. Enjoyed. PS

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you very much- I realized recently that I know when my love for someone is truest because this is exactly what it makes me do... want to be my best... and I feel that best is hidden inside everyone else too.

[Poet's Soul]

Yes, true love has a way of bringing the best out of us.

[Mary]

I love simply stated verse like this! Help "me to stumble upon," nicely put. Being an "earth" gal myself, I really believe that's where those treasures lie.