Love Me Little, Love Me Long

[J Conrad Guest]

This is from my first novel, January's Paradigm.

Love is not a forest fire that burns intensely,
hotly and out of control for a brief moment until,
its expendable fuel spent,
it sputters,
seeking in vain for something else to consume,
to sustain itself before, finally,
it dies:
cold, black ash the only evidence of its passing.

Love is, instead, a campfire:
it provides ample heat and comfort
to the twosome who sit before it,
and although its flames may at times wane,
a well-tended campfire’s embers can be nurtured and fanned
until the flames once again dance brightly and cheerfully,
providing comfort to the couple who care
to cherish the gentle warmth it ministers.

[Jaime Lync]

Lovely reflection on love. I love your poem and if your novel is as lovely I would love to read it.

[Manang Muyang]

That was short and sweet. Maybe I'll see your name soon on bookshelves? Good luck, poet and novelist!

[J Conrad Guest]

Thanks for your kind words, Miriam. I've been writing nearly 25 years, have eight novels published, and still can't get on a bookshelf. I'm afraid I just have to content myself with a listing on Am-zon.

[aldith]

I can relate to this. Lovely poem ?

[Manang Muyang]

Thanks for your kind words, Miriam. I've been writing nearly 25 years, have eight novels published, and still can't get on a bookshelf. I'm afraid I just have to content myself with a listing on Am-zon.

So you really are a writer! I am too, albeit, a frustrated one haha.

If you can give the title of your book and author's name ( I think that's not allowed here but you can send me a PM), I promise to put it in my bookshelf.

[marijadavid]

Lovely poem. Comparing LOVE with campfire provoke emotions which as flames fanned my mind and my heart.