love waits
patient, unseen
outside of time
love cloaks as
car accident
or chronic illness
baby’s breath
or first ripe
spring berry
all things
are time-bound
for loss—
but this love
waits
waits for you
to turn around
to finally turn
inside
2015 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
I like the baby’s breath and the ending. =)
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Yes. Thank you!
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lovely! v xx
Vivienne Verdon-Roe, Ph.D (hon) Certified Qigong Teacher (415) 868-2241 http://embodyinglove.us
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Eloquent, profound and lovely; the idea of baby’s breath and first ripe raspberries a perfect evocation of worldly love objectified; many congratulations.
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Oh I love this Amrita…. thank you so much. Love loving love is so palable here and such a joy to experience again in your words. Much love Mx
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