Tuesday Poetics- After St. Valentine left the building- Not To Be

So, give me your lost loves, your broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that failed to sprout.

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Not To Be

My life- a filament on a mirrored pond,
freely floating, no horizons visible.
Drifting- against my will or perhaps in spite of it-
but for the breezes.
I’m certain you MUST exist, in this singular universe,
But for chance, most unfair,
I’ll not find you there.





32 thoughts on “Tuesday Poetics- After St. Valentine left the building- Not To Be

  1. sarahsouthwest 02/15/2022 / 4:14 pm

    That initial image is so strong, and then we move into something wistful and poignant. It’s a lovely poem.

  2. Anna 02/15/2022 / 4:25 pm

    I love the central conceit and the way this meanders to the inevitable conclusion. Excellent work!

  3. Anna 02/15/2022 / 4:26 pm

    I love your central conceit and the way the poem, like the water, meanders to the inevitable conclusion. Excellent work!

  4. lynn__ 02/15/2022 / 5:26 pm

    It ain’t easy being a mermaid!

  5. Grace 02/15/2022 / 7:08 pm

    What are the chances or the luck of it of not finding the person there. Love the straightforward approach.

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/15/2022 / 8:19 pm

      You know what they say, Life’s a Crap Shoot. It is was it is. Thanks! ❤

  6. Sadje 02/15/2022 / 9:21 pm

    So touching Susan

  7. Ain 02/15/2022 / 11:11 pm

    Heavy — beautifully spun with strong imagery and lingering impression…not sugary sweet at all…and so powerful for that…

  8. Jane Dougherty 02/16/2022 / 9:01 am

    Frogs are beautiful. I imagine a frog rather than anything else, waiting to be understood for what she/he is. It can be a long wait.

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/16/2022 / 12:22 pm

      😊 A great insight. I already think they’re special. 😁

      • Jane Dougherty 02/17/2022 / 12:13 pm

        Toads are my favourites. Slow, steady and wise.

  9. Quaranjavirus 02/16/2022 / 11:00 am

    So sad that even though you know someone out there is perfect for you,chances are you can never get them… 😦

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/16/2022 / 12:21 pm

      Believing in perfect love is, in itself, a beautiful thing. Thanks.

  10. Ingrid 02/16/2022 / 11:57 am

    How difficult to imagine the perfect love somewhere out there, just out of reach…

      • Ingrid 02/16/2022 / 12:24 pm

        I agree!

  11. sanaarizvi 02/16/2022 / 2:05 pm

    My goodness this is gorgeously rendered! 💝💝

  12. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 02/16/2022 / 3:25 pm

    So often we are left at the chance of maybe meeting someday… Sometimes I think it might be the most common way people meet…

  13. rothpoetry 02/16/2022 / 4:25 pm

    Your poem goes so well with the photo and the prompt! Sounds a little ominous for the one floating!
    Thank you for your comment on mine. When I went to respond WP turned it red and dumped it. :<(

  14. msjadeli 02/16/2022 / 9:11 pm

    It’s tougher when your match is most likely an interdimensional being. May plasmic magnetism make it happen.

  15. merrildsmith 02/17/2022 / 9:49 am

    Lovely imagery–and there’s a sense of hope there. The filament is “freely” wandering, and the insistence at the end.

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