In the waiting room, I heard this strange soft conversation,
no, I was not at the psychotherapist.
come, my sweetheart, I invite you
come in my messy house
have not been cleaned up
I have been away for a long time
come back now with a bunch of luggage
I will clear the whole house
cleaning, cleaning everything up,
the big spring turn
that must come two months later
I want it now
to practice already
in my skepticism of moving
your skepticism of thinking
true love does not perish
it has only become so unnatural
this love does not release my empty brain
this brain is longing to be filled again
with tender words, tender embraces
a gentle treatment
as a physiotherapist handles
with his client
first, the bones cracked, then oiled
then he lets the bones lose on each other
they click immediately
then you do not hear anything anymore
as this hassle goes smoothly
that is how I wish my true love again
on the harness
true love does not rust
never fails
I hope
because I can not know what I do not know any more
but I can find out
if we still have it
try the last time
shamelessly
corrupted in all its fruitful love
that's life
you go for it
despite everything
the real love!
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "Two empty chairs in Leek (Gr) ".
Do you think this was a normal conversation?
I have my doubts....
I just wanted to let you know how strange conversation that was.
I have heard more strange conversations, but this was the strangest!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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AD. Sunday the 18th February 2018- Still the Olympics at PyeongChang, South-Korea.
@ 5.00 hrs A.M. West-European Time
At this hour, still MINUS 3 below Zero, bit grey clouds.
A very beautiful love poem. There are lines that are so imaginative and the title is captivating that will impel the reader to go through this beautifully crafted write. Fantastic!
It's lovely poem! Though it is a bit lengthy as you mention in your notes but I say it is surely a humorous one. I liked the second stanza most: come, my sweetheart, I invite you/come in my messy house/have not been cleaned up/I have been away for a long time/come back now with a bunch of luggage/I will clear the whole house/cleaning, cleaning everything up..enjoyed...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much dear poets for all your kindest compliments, your creative comments and your precious feedback. My greatest thanks go to Dr. Dillip KS, to Rev. Bernard Sir and to the lovely Mrs. Juan Austin. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much dear poets. God's Blessings greatest for all three of you.