Reflections On Love, by Debi Swim

Reflections On Love
by Debi Swim

Who can understand love?
It is a tarnished mirror distorting
images, little chinks of
silver missing, reflecting poorly.
It is algebra, quantum physics,
a nursery rhyme of counting
one, two buckle my shoe.

It is a recipe with vague measures…
a sprinkle of salt, a pound of butter,
enough flour to make wet dough,
sweeten to taste and bake in a hot
oven. We never seemed to get the
ingredients just right, the measure
near enough. Must we throw it out?

Let’s try something new like chicken
tikka masala or the old math, with no
division, only the multiplication table
at which to eat our fill of love.
Let us get rid of this ancient mirror
and gaze into each other’s eyes.
Let’s be clear in our reflections.

Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 245.

Debi Swim is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet.

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