I had no right umbrella for the storm

[joel]

I had no right umbrella for the storm
in which I chose to walk, that hurricane
that came ashore the night I learned a love
was dead— but in my young romantic heart,
no lesser storm befit my grief. And so
I pressed against the wind; I marveled in
soft blurriness in blended movements of
both warmth and wet, in limine of love
and loosest comprehended joy within
mere happenstance relationships. And though
it isn’t imagery profound, I’ll part
with false originalities above
pure love’s original invention: rein
the common understood bright loves preform.

[hester_prynne]

Pure love's original invention.....Joel, You speak to me, and for me.
Thank you

H

[joel]

thanks for the kind words, H

your fan,
joel