the worry of love

 

 

"The Worry of Love"

 

 

without the slightest doubt
there is love in this world—
its pulse beneath the skin,
a current,
a surge.

 

what troubles me
is not its presence
but the mouth’s failure,
the hand’s hesitation,
the way language
falls short.

 

I want to say it
and the words fracture,
scatter like glass
on a tiled floor.

 

so I circle,
I gesture,
I underscore the silence—
hoping you will hear
what I cannot shape.

 

love is here,
undeniable,
but always slipping
between the lines,
          like water
through open fingers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-01 at 10:40

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Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with the other two. I can't add anything without being redundant.
But I will say I love the way you express this. I guess I could add, that with your poems, I feel the heart behind them and they evoke my emotions in response. You are a good writer and I always look forward to reading you.
2026-09-01


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh what a lovely poem! It painted the feeling, the procrastination, so well. That inability is a common thing but hardly ever written about. You did a great job. Blessings, Allen
2026-09-01


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The idea that love is "slipping between the lines" is an interesting one and as you say can be worry. Sometimes there is love without much communication. It is just accepted and assumed. Is it any stronger for being declared? This poem has a great beginning, a solid centre and a fitting ending. You are on a roll lately with so many good pieces of work.
2026-09-01