Lemony Webbles

The Conservation of Love

This is the way I write poetry: it doesn't rhyme at all or have any kind of meter. It doesn't always make sense all the way through from the beginning to the end, but that's because I only write poems about things that I don't really understand well enough to be clear about. If I was, I would just write like I usually write. They are just things I'm playing with in my head, trying to figure out. Or sometimes they're really opaque because I'm trying to say something without going into personal detail so I kind of write in code, or metaphor, or whatever.

This poem also is based on some quote I heard but I have no idea where, could be Mother Teresa, could be Berenstain Bears, who knows. My life is too much of a blur right now to really remember. But it was about loving never being a waste of time. And it stuck to something in my brain and so there it is.

Here's the poem:

Love, once given, is never lost.
Although sometimes it stays invisible for a while.
But that's just because it has evaporated into thousands of little love particles
so it can play with an inviting breeze
or swirl around for a while until it's dizzy
before it settles down again and coalesces into a new shape,
usually unexpected, but definitely familiar
in a de ja vu kind of way.

So no need to worry about people you love going far away.
Even if you never see them again with these eyes,
all that love is still bouncing around,
doing it's magical work.
Conserved
like more common matter
in one state or another.

And I guess that also implies that it's a pretty good idea to put it out there
in the first place.