The Way

Your love screamed yesterday
Through the pores of a screen
Making my ten toes curl
Raising the line of my hair
Darting all along my spine
Landing deep inside of me

Do you feel the same way
The same moments, the same days
That’s how you want it to be
Yesterday, today and always?

Nothing but minutes of time
And the extensive eternity


48 thoughts on “The Way

    1. The temporality of love is a subject-passion of mine… I thank you and run away. (Really busy morning here. 🙂 ) I’ll be back this (local) evening to read 18 outstanding poets out there!

    1. Part of the pleasure of poetry rallies is reading other poets… and I surely remember how I enjoyed reading your poem too! Thanks. 🙂

  1. I was unable to read the first part of your poem as th picture was on top of it. Don’t know if it is a problem on my end or yours. But I liked very much the part that I could read, especially the way it ends. Thanks and thanks for visiting me, too. Hugs, pat

  2. Wow, Seabell, you’ve done it again. How can one not be captivated by a poem when it opens like this,

    Your love screamed yesterday
    Through the pores of a screen

    Amazing image.

    1. You are an objective commenter… I like that! I read your blood and passion poem but I have troubles with blogspot entries…

    1. I keep having problems with blogspot, Andy. Maybe at this stage I should explain my initial thought here: nobody writes love letters anymore. Distant lovers communicate via computer or phone, hence the screen… I think love letters are a nice subject for a future Potluck. I leave the suggestion here. Thanks for reading!

  3. Love has such intensity to it, especially at its birth … your powerful start illustrates this and melts into a softer ending. Divine! 🙂

  4. Hello,
    Appreciate your participation at poets rally,
    Please return favor to poets who are here yet you did not reach them initially,
    Bless your day.
    Have fun!

    let us know after you are done..

  5. You made love sound powerful and unending, I really felt it in the first stanza. Then I questioned it in the second stanza. Beautiful and full of emotion.

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