even if i wanted to
i couldn’t stop falling
hopelessly in love
with
each sound that i
hear
or the texture of your
fingertips
as they make a point,
acting as a second face
annotating
their contours, and giving away
who you are
when you elevate a thought
in your mind
or quickly
or slowly
move on to the part
where you enjoy laughing
in the story.
even if i wanted to
i couldn’t become unallergic
to the fluffiest cutest most self-complete
creatures on earth.
but i strangely and unapologetically
relish the event where i’m invited to
suffer this love at someone’s house,
with their cat/s.
I can vicariously enjoy
the gift of pictures.
even if i wanted to
i couldn’t not be afraid.
of each thing i say or do,
how will it effect things, people, butterflies,
or will my actions do nothing at all?
If you only knew what momentum’s
edge has, you’d know that even
if I wanted to, i couldn’t do so
many things, unless they are
‘right’ they felt ‘right’ they
are, me, bringing –> you some “flowers,”
in some way.
i want to help deliver
these moments that make you
go ‘Oh’ and ‘Yeahhhh’
or, ‘i see,’ ‘hmmm.’
even if i wanted to, i couldn’t not
live, just a little bit more
every day.
to live outside this bubble,
is where exactly i am,
and it’s a difficult place to describe,
it’s pointless, literally, figuratively…
i couldn’t not read the news today.
this land, the earth, our home,
i couldn’t help loving even if you
told me, everything is boloney
and all the talking heads are all really
extemporaneous and perhaps
slightly more honest and candid
because of that.
Because if all this is prepared, who did
the script writing, created the scenery,
set the extremes to ‘high’ ?
even if i wanted to,
i couldn’t fast-forward to the part
of the story where everything is perfect
and everyone sees eye-to-eye –
and all the sickness in the world has been
cured, but if i wanted to,
i can stop everything – and look
at where there are no problems, nothing to
sort, no mission to achieve, not a single angle
to behold.
if i wanted to, i could work on this ‘place’
and widen it, and see what its got to share with
me.
i could return to the sounds that i
couldn’t stop falling in love with,
even if i wanted to, silence…
it contains all of this.
Fiesta Estrellas 
My petal for what it’s wroth. I loved this, especially the even if i wanted to.
Means a lot, Shey, thank you xx Ka
beautiful! Are you allergic to cats or is that metaphorical?
love, Linda
Hi Linda,
Thank you for your compliment and your love.
Have a beautiful day! Ka
Yes the world contains it ALL.. Loved this verse Ka.
“Because if all this is prepared, who did
the script writing, created the scenery,
set the extremes to ‘high’ ?”…
Are we prepared to appreciate it and nurture and care for it and each other is another Question.. xxx ❤
Much Love and that was a beautiful piece of writing xx
Hi Sue,
Mother nature takes good care of us, and as stewards of the planet and borrower of its resources, we are part of that whole. Thank you so much for your kind thoughts on my poem ~ aloha, Ka
Always most welcome.. 🙂 xxx 🙂 much love returned Ka xx
i can’t help
but feel the love
in this expression,
even if i wanted to.
accepting that this
wanting may possibly
cause some discontent,
still, they can’t take
that lingering sweetness
away from me 🙂
precious lingering is
sweetness
that overcomes the bitter
and, the moment when the discontent turns
round and round, like the globe’s restless sleep
(lights on planet earth 24-7)
but a pause, a moment to
express ~
is only but a moment, and a sentiment
a passing on, such as a petal
the present time and place, for only a moment, not repeated
what lingers is a mystery….
and i smile
to letting
the mystery be 🙂
So romantic!
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I could not read the news today.. yet I am letting go of love. Grief is such a raw emotion. How do we combat love when it is lost? A thought for another day. Thank you for your insightful treasure of himan emotion. The greatest fear created I believe is through loss. Babysteps on this journey.
Babysteps, yes, and all the tenderness we can muster within us, as we share, as we grieve. Thank you for your visit, and for sharing. Aloha~ x