Day 6 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
Pablo said: “Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss”
Stunned, stung I am, disturbing a bees’ hive, for a kiss.
Come april, branches, grinning like idiots, sport tender leaves
Then, why is it a crime, to work on a plan to contrive a kiss?
It is routinely done, like stealing candy from poor little kids,
Lobbyists are always first in line, to get a big, wet, live kiss.
In summer, we dived right in the water off that secluded beach
Stripped to the skin, happy helding steady gaze to drive at a kiss.
Sitting, staring at a screen as images and script float by –
I’d have to be content, mulling over that ancient archive of a kiss.
How can I be satisfied in this grief and sorrow? Condescendingly,
all you offer is some sympathy, prayers and a jive of a kiss.
Chasing trinkets is a long pursuit, like clasping air in your hands,
but what better measure than to survive and strive on a kiss.
‘Mirage’ you may be disregarded, but you should know, memories
Unwound, weave and create new realities, which thrive on a kiss.
Off prompt today. Continuing writing ghazals, so far.
First line is from one of Pablo Neruda’s love sonnets:
Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss,
What loneliness-in-motion, towards your company!
Rolling with the rain we follow the tracks alone.
In Taltal there is neither daybreak nor spring.