Accept everything: this
extraordinary turbulence,
the sadness and the pain caused,
the people at this party
claiming to be your friend
car bombs, lottery wins and viruses,
the rare and the time-worn.
Then recall the oxymoron
of his love,
the journey of his hands
across your body,
the thicket of fists enmeshing
you. Remember how
you tied yourself to the tracks
hoping to be saved,
rails sung
the hurtling of a train.
Nothing is as risky as love.
© Copyright Naomi Woddis 2008
Inspired and taken from answers to the the following questions:
Is new always better?
What does it mean to love?
Is forgiveness always possible or necessary?
Capella Silverangel
Forgive them we are told
For they know not what they do
And though they hurt and cause u pain
Forgiveness is for you.
It may seem ‘er so difficult
To let go of the pain
But forgiveness is a good way
To help you break the chain
Of hate and hurt and anger
And help you love again.
Forgive but don’t forget
They say
And that I say is true
The sadness and the pain they caused
Is a gift revealed to you.
If those who claim to be your friend
Or love you dearly til the end
Can turn around and cause you pain
Do you want them in your life again?
Whether yes or whether no
Forgiveness is the way to go
It helps you to release the pain
And take you on the path again
Of happiness, of love not tears
And helps to burn away your fears
So you can walk into the light
A happy soul with head upright.
Agnes Meadows
The oxymoron of his love making. The journey of his hands, his mouth, his breath, across her body, these things so brain numbingly, mind-freezingly dull that even the occasional thicket of fists enmeshing her was somehow preferable.
Jo Donovan
What does it mean to love ?
People at a party…a private meeting in a crowd..cuddling my kids in bed…kindness from a stranger…unity with my husband…letting go…blowing kisses…electric touches…big bear-hugs…lunch with my mum…not needing to say…doing the washing…listening…wishing you well.
Righteous Rayner
Is new always better?
Every new event is a component of the world at large; that means car bombs, babies, viruses, lottery wins, celebrations, murders, romances and disasters -everything good and bad, rare or time-worn. it all depends on whether you love life for what it is or for an ideal you wish for in your head. New means movement. Obviously, new is best when it means replacing the boxer shorts with a rip up the backside, you know the ones that torture your bare arse with cold august air?
What does it mean to love?
To love is to tie yourself to the tracks and hope to be saved; it’s a gamble beyond compare, nothing else is as risky and nothing else seems so certain; it’s staring at the ultimate high or the ultimate low and knowing that either one could vapourise your soul.
Poetry Mosaic 
Stunning poem, finely crafted and considered. I am loving this project, Naomi!
Lucy – that’s so lovely to hear. It’s a Poetry Mosaic production line here so expect another couple by the end of the week
xx
Naomi thats one hell of a powerful poem there. I’m really feeling it.
*ear to ear grin*
Starting a poem with such a broad statement as “Accept everything” creates a real challenge, but I think the details that follow live up to it. Well done.
thank you !!!
This is a wonderful and moving piece of poetry and the final line will mean much to many but perhaps not me.
A love which is not freely given — which requires the beloved to respond — is to my mind merely a form of commerce.
There are few risks in love that are not also present in all other forms of human relationship.
That may be an unconventional and unexpected perspective but it does not prevent me from experiencing the dramatic intensity of this powerful mosaic of words.
You have the gift of turning what could be a patchwork into a seamless tapestry.
I look forward to reading more …
You are so very right in comparing conditional love with commerce – as so often happens. I too have been guilty of objectifying those that I claim to love.
Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words
n xx