Sunday, February 14, 2016

On Violets Not Being Blue: A Poem For Valentine's Day

Oh yeah! Love. Let me tell you about love.
I know all about it, because I've been with my wife
Longer than you've been alive.

So, first, love
is a state of ignorance. We are not
being fancisophical, groovy spiritchool here.
Love means not knowing the answer.

So you ask.
And then you ask again. And you listen, and ask again.
So when do you know you're not in love any more?
That's easy. It's when you stop asking.

Whether it's chickens asking after eggs, 
or eggs after chickens, I don't know, doesn't matter.
People say it's about not listening but it's not really that:
of course you're not listening if you don't want to know.


Anne said...

I have found this to be true. I love this poem.

Kristen Burkholder said...

Ah! Right out of the gate, first Mole I read in a looong while and this gets me in my heart so good and strong it bring tears to my eyes. Thank you Dale.
I love this poem too.

Kathleen said...

Oh, wonderful. And I do love "fancisophical" as a word!