Our heart’s capacity for love is immeasurable.
With different souls, comes different sentience.
Amongst the different kinds of love, we are diverse.
As you read this poetry,
Search yourself deeply,
and search slow,
What love do you want,
How much can you love,
And how well can you do it?
For though we may seek wholeness in one person, some can only find it in more than that one.
An instinct deep in their nature.
Souls meant for more than one mate.
Could search the sky
Oh where would I find you
Amidst the stars where up is down
For hearts unfound beat uneven
Charm and beauty
Bright Luna, Lush Gaia
Will you deny your heart with choice
The heart knows neither right nor wrong
And yet it knows.
Could be unbound
Just how much would I love
And just how true would that love be
Many chambers, many loves.
Set your heart free
Will you love only me
For the heart bears nature’s instincts
Veins that enrich, arteries of release. In love with one, yet loving another.
Where heights are depths
And freedoms roam without borders
what you want, what you need, or both?
I write this so we may not judge all those who may not conform to society’s expectations of what life or love should be.
Colleen’s weekly syllabic challenge – synonyms for mingle and drift.
I wrote a crown cinquain for this week’s syllabic poetry challenge. It is a collection of 5 cinquains (2/4/6/8/2 syllabic count) that can stand alone but should also stand as one whole piece of poetry.
I squeezed bits of prose in between because I really wanted to ask you and myself these questions.
Hope you enjoy..