Sunday, August 29, 2010

(Poem) When Love Takes Over

The books are piling up again
on the kitchen table where
I submerge myself in the
countless assignments required
in my courses each semester.
There's a microphone now
so I can articulate my French
thoughts, as if my thoughts in
English aren't enough.
The coffee cup a staple
over these coming months,
but an even newer element
lays on the table: distraction.
Romance is a blessing when
it has no struggle for existence.
Love is a cherished thing
but it can consume the tame heart
and the rational mind becomes
uncertain and confused.
The emotions not surfaced
in eons almost, are here now
and need my attention.
They need to be nourished
and cared for or those
books on the table,
that 8-year old child
in the next room, or
that job I attend every day
will cease to have meaning
when love takes over.

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