Love At Awkward Angles
A poem written in October 2005 and Inspired by Poochie.
Love at awkward angles
Clattered about and shook like a handful of noisy bangles
It bounced off the walls in a state of disarray
And finally landed on it’s feet, when it had picked a place to stay.
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Cupid’s arrow, I think, or is it Venus emerging from Aphrodite’s shell?
Bathed in all that is pure fantasy and storytime – oh do please tell.
Beauty within the beast?
Or has that imaginary heart beat just about ceased?
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Love at awkward angles
Began her story long before music and the estimable Bojangles
Long before time began in a primordial soup
Effervescent with longing as bubbles exploded and suddenly there was
More than one man and woman but a whole complete troop.
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Shapes, sizes, colours, protons, …….. winters of discontent
Love seeps into all places at angles whether or not its meant
Recipes for disasters, recipes for joy, recipes neither here nor there
As awkward as awkward angles get, there’s a place to maybe share!
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A related story told a long time ago
When Superman jumped off a wardrobe for show
Natural past times for this couple, I’m sure
But what a traversty, when he missed and landed on the floor!
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Love at awkward angles, when there is the distance of an ocean
So much is said in theory, head bent to one side, and in practice a lot of hidden caution
Meetings after a spell and a kiss on the lips
Speaks more truth than a date in time from a broken clock that’s chipped.
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When Ares had a field day, Mars showed up for the battle and war
Suspended in high treason, love at awkward angles, could speak no more
Hidden in the undergrowth of the shy and retiring scythe
All hell broke loose in a moment as love angled its way up and beyond to the red red sky.
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Cupid placed himself strategically, on his hind legs behind a rock
He peered out and gazed upon the nymphs, as their beauty gave him a real shock
Where should he now point his arrow? As love at awkward angles
Would surely whiz through the air, well-rehearsed and in a soulful jangle!
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Reckless and impatient, when good things it seems, go by
Another day, week, month, year and heaving with a very deep sigh
Sitting on the Taurus, in contemplation of detachment
An answered prayer from the gods is then posted and voila – attachment!
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Love at awkward angles, in all shapes and sizes
Reveals its hidden aura in subtle and beautiful guises
Taking notice of those moments, so rare and hard to find
It was always there, infact, it was there the whole time.
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Hmh!………… can love really be at an awkward angle?
Or has man made it so, its become a complete and utter tangle?
When all is said and done and the sojourn has had its fill
Love, will just be love always and of course be remembered still!
October 2005.
Liz Chukwu®
