Maggie Doyle

Peace - Poem by Maggie Doyle

I have loved you;
I love you.
So how am I not to
love you in future?
Break off?
Like a branch in a storm?

We’re no longer blessed
by a tempest.
Instead, emptiness:
silence, peace,
not beating brains,
nor our hearts, at one time almost lost to us,
the whispers of their insane paces
giving us their bearings.

Now we’re temperate,
simpler, more intelligent,
moving logically
from thought to thought.
Trustworthy, too: there’s no guesswork
or thrill at risking, wondering if
there’s right or wrong
in the sentiments we try on.

You sense less love in these changes
where I find more.
You are ready and free,
happily unsteady.
That instability
is all that remains between us.

Topic(s) of this poem: loss, love, peace

Comments about Peace by Maggie Doyle

  • Chinedu Dike (10/14/2015 7:47:00 AM)

    Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly - a voyage of pure bliss. It's however, whimsical and temperamental, appearing without notice and may leave without warning. Love needs much nurturing at all time to maintain its bliss. A well articulated piece of poetry subtly penned from inner recesses of the heart. Thanks for sharing Maggie. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

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