Forum

Together We’ve Begun A poem about falling in love.    How do we end our kisses,  How do we separate our lips?  How do we turn off our passion,  To end our amorous fits?    How do we stop brushing faces,  Caressing our tingling skin?  It’s a feeling sweet and soft,  Like a sonnet from a violin.    How do we end our gazing,  Into each other’s longing eyes?  How do we cease our tears of joy,  After trying so many tries?    How do we unhold our hands,  When the warmth is double-fold?  How do we get to tomorrow,  Not having hands to hold?    How do we part and walk away,  Saying goodbye too many times?  How do we sleep alone at night,  While together in our minds?    There is no way for any of these,  They simply cannot be done.  Yet we suffer all of them,  Because Together We’ve Begun. Henry Lansing Woodward All rights reserved

Oh, lamp of flowing shapes, Forever in a state of flux. Your entire life is change, Never-ending, you live as such. Others’ physical bodies, Are whole unto their ends. Yet yours is completely segmented, As your warm water, upward it sends. Constancy is your antagonist, An aversion unwelcomed to stay. For others, confusion would surely rule, If they mimicked your fluidic way. But in this style, you thrive, Forming new shapes, creative and bold. You are a mesmerizing enigma, Hypnotizing all who dare to behold. Unabated, your sinew rises, Then falls for another go. Each time different and un-repeating, Unique as a flake of snow. Then up again and down, Then up again and down once more. Never pausing, always new, Birthed from your heated floor. Yet your beauty conceals a flaw, You aren’t as perfect as you wish. In an instant, anyone can end you, By simply turning off your switch. Henry Lansing Woodward All rights reserved.

Share your thoughts. Feel free to add GIFs, videos, hashtags and more to your posts and comments. Get started by commenting below.