Love, Minus Cliches

love is described in terms
of the sublime —

stealing pieces of time
gazing into clear eyes,
testing the limits of flesh
while learning to fly,
being lost in each moment
with no desire to be found —

while these ideals may happen,
the real heroics
of love are found
in the discipline of patience
and persevering through
the tears of prophets.

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10 responses to “Love, Minus Cliches

  1. “testing the limits of flesh”

    I find that image particularly delectable!

    Whirling Glimpses

  2. Nicely whirled Mark. You’ve described the ideal love beautifully. 🙂

  3. Love is such an all encompassing word that few would agreed what it means except to them alone.

  4. mmm truth that….the perseverance that love takes…through the prophets and trials…that is where the true love is found…not in th good times but…

  5. Yes, that’s the stuff of real love. Well said.

  6. This reminds me of a Shakespearean sonnet in which the poet slams all those cliches. The line I remember most is something about her breathe is not like roses, but it reeks. And he loves her anyway! Much more real.

  7. “testing the limits of flesh”… I wrote that we are limited by our own flesh where love is concerned 🙂
    Great stuff!

  8. You nailed it on the head — sorry for the cliche — patience is what is needed.

    Cheers,

    Mark Butkus

  9. lucychili

    yes i need to learn patience

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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