Love for him has died.
Adventure beckons to me.
I go to find love.
(Written for dVerse Poetics: An Evening of Short Verse. March 2, 2013.)
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interesting short verse…i def understand the adventure…and if love is truly dead then best to go find it…on another hand we often fool ourselves into thinking the grass is greener elsewhere and dont give love the chance…
There are many times when love has become routine and is misread as having died–the lucky ones recognize this and add a little “adventure for two” before it’s too late.
finding love can be an adventurous journey sometimes…one we should never give up me thinks..though with a bit time in between to digest the broken love and find some healing..
Very important, but many times, the adventure of finding a new love overrides one’s common sense
Finding love is truly a journey for sure.
Very true–sometimes it is not recognized until it is too late.
I like the beckoning of adventure, hopefully this leads to love ~
What Heaven said! And may adventure lead you to a good place.
excellent final line here. Really nicely done write. Thanks
A three line story, were the reader fill in all the remaining details. Yes this is true short poetry.
Love does become routine and adventure sometimes beckons – I tend to play out adventures in my imagination…
Anna :o]
old loves are usually pretty expensive and keep me close to home. New love with lots of money will have to hunt me down. Very nice write however. Liked the voice and bounce to your words.
Interesting tension between title and verse!
You fit a whole story in these three short lines. The conflict between a desire for comfort / domesticity and the calling to adventure / greener pastures is a compelling one. Thanks for the read.
…i go to find love — a never ending exploration… of soul searching… ah…great one…smiles…
There is so much hinted at in these lines – so much I, as the reader, want to know; so much you, as the poet, ask me to imagine. It is this that makes a less-is-more approach so rich.
Are “him” and “me” the same?
For I can imagine a traveller naively running to another place to find something more — and yet, always running into his own damn self.
…it does help to take a long vacation after a break….your attention is diverted outside yourself and beyond the lifeless relationship…nice write.
true. very very true.
Three little lines. A lot going on here. I prefer to be in love and go on an adventure (together). Then again, some adventures turn into misadventures and then the challenge is to stay in love. 🙂
Your adventures definitely don’t sound like misadventures, Lynne–we should all have such wonderful travels. Thanks for commenting.