This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
1 Nov: "You've so distracted me..." by Rumi
You've so distracted me,
your absence fans my love.
Don't ask how.
Then you come near.
"Do not..." I say, and
"Do not...," you answer.
Proximity of thought. Sometimes we long when we cannot have or do not know, and other times we long because what is so near is so precious. I wonder the timeframe Rumi speaks of on this absence/encounter, days, weeks, years? The protest against the protest and yet the overcome of protest to love.
It seems like a game to me: Infatuation or falling in love which I might argue isn't really love.
Oh how that absence fans the infatuation and makes us distracted.
Don't ask why or how. I'm curious what the narrator is distracted from doing. As if it is a surprise that love could be a distraction and so pleasurable. Like a fire that consumes all our oxygen (lame smile but not in the mood to try a better one).
"what the narrator is distracted from doing"....brilliant thought! His pull between writing something with purpose and writing about what he is really thinking about and feeling about. Or writing about the purposes of life and then really finding the purpose in the love.
I think only time can create love. Infatuation and falling are too short of a timeline to get all of the intricacies in.
Proximity of thought. Sometimes we long when we cannot have or do not know, and other times we long because what is so near is so precious. I wonder the timeframe Rumi speaks of on this absence/encounter, days, weeks, years? The protest against the protest and yet the overcome of protest to love.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like a game to me: Infatuation or falling in love which I might argue isn't really love.
ReplyDeleteOh how that absence fans the infatuation and makes us distracted.
Don't ask why or how. I'm curious what the narrator is distracted from doing. As if it is a surprise that love could be a distraction and so pleasurable. Like a fire that consumes all our oxygen (lame smile but not in the mood to try a better one).
"what the narrator is distracted from doing"....brilliant thought! His pull between writing something with purpose and writing about what he is really thinking about and feeling about. Or writing about the purposes of life and then really finding the purpose in the love.
ReplyDeleteI think only time can create love. Infatuation and falling are too short of a timeline to get all of the intricacies in.