Sunday, September 27, 2009

To Rumi: I am tired of love poems.

I picked up
a book
of your love poems
this morning

I am tired of love poems

of wistful wishes
and languid longings
of fire
and flames
and passions
that burn

this world
that surrounds me
has made of love
a practical thing

to be contained
and understood
through methods
and formulas
and surveys
and psychology

I am tired of the fight
my half protected heart
reaching out to those
in full heart armor

There is no field of ecstasy today, Rumi.

I am tired of love poems.

1 comment:

  1. You have no idea just how I can relate to this, especially today.