Thursday, September 17, 2009

Speaking of love



Speaking of love


If I speak of love
I cannot speak for tomorrow -
tomorrow has its own
unscripted voice.

Insufficient, today's tongue
speaks in accents of yesterday
informed by experience
a path already trod.

The embrace of this moment,
this emotional infant moment,
selfishly suckling immediacy
contains all the love that I have.

(incidentally the flower in the picture is known hereabouts as 'love-in-a-mist')

2 comments:

Kelly Langner Sauer said...

...and at times, that moment-love
seems
not enough.

Glorious inadequacy that draws us ever
to sufficient Christ-love for
our failure.

Loved this...

The Unknowngnome said...

I like this poem very much, especially:
"its own unscripted voice".

I like the "today's tongue...trod" alliteration with its reach back to the first stanza "tomorrow - tomorrow".

Yes, this "moment", this "infant moment" is all.

Wonderful poem!