The Beat and Rest:
Month 2: Day 8 - A love poem a day for a year - How to Find Love in the Gaps
We search for love in grand gestures only to miss it beckoning us into the stillness between the seconds and the quiet pause of every heartbeat.
Yesterday, driving home from the village, I suddenly spied three maple trees in full autumn glory. I gasped. My heart skipped a beat, and I exclaimed to the empty car, “Oh Wow! How beautiful is that?” I’d driven past those same trees just an hour earlier, but, lost in the noise of my thoughts, I completely missed them.
Later, I sat with our Sheepadoodle, Beaumont, at the edge of the sea. We listened to the waves gently lapping as fluffy white clouds scudded past and a single seagull soared above. “We’re so lucky to live here amidst all this beauty,” I whispered into Beau’s fluffy coat.
Today’s poem is a quiet meditation on that simple paradox; the missing of quiet moments in the midst of life’s noise. Day 8 is about the sacred, vibrant space that exists between the beat and rest of the heart. The place where Love dances in the silence and beckons us to look deeper.
The In-Between by Louise Gallagher Between each passing second, time flows effortless and unbound. Between the beat and rest of the heart, Love dances in the silence, wild and free. To truly find Love’s measure, we must dwell entirely in the gaps, those vibrant, hidden spaces where the in-between beckons us to cast our measuring sticks aside and live with wild abandon.
I wonder if your 'everyday' one-a-day poems are singularly focused on your theme on purpose, or if your themes/process are to celebrate your reality, or to provide a band-aid or cushion to protect from the reality you live. I'm enjoying your poems; the writing chops are solid, but I would offer this challenge to you from a friend and fellow writer - if I'm on this 365-poem (I applaud and appreciate the difficulty of doing that) journey with you, is it to be a 'bunch of lovely poems' or can we readers be on the journey with you, to know what's happening with you, to you, for you, can there be more in this for us as readers, and for you as writer, if it's a journey through your words, or through your eyes? .... I'm not complaining, just observing. I know when I went through a similar 365-somethings that were pale quality poetry at best when compared to yours, I was not purposeful and focused, so I toss that on the suggestion pile as something you might want to consider. m