Poem: Concept

The abstract idea of love, given shape and form by anything but reality . . . cool, huh?

Concept Love is a concept into which we fall Shimmering, as long as it’s withheld from the sand and grit of confrontation Leafiness and dappled shade and peace Reality jumps from branch to branch, illusive, until it comes home to feed You are a woman made for love, as long as reality stays safely in the trees Seeing behind my eyes, through misty lights, building dreams of what is there You’ll find my strength of purpose often fled Revealing flesh and bone and little else

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.