My Love. Crazy.

I prefer your kind of crazy
to the sanity the world tries to sell.
I prefer the sound of your tongue
whispering blessings in my sacred grove
instead of droned heartless hymns.

I have no fear of the world
through the looking-glass
as long as you are on the side
I enter into. You

have filled my head with wonders
since the day you stole
into my tower built of doubts.
You told me my hair was magic
and I believed. You

enchant and enflame me,
until I have no choice but to submit
to the mysteries you have initiated me into.
I lay as novice, but rise as priestess,
adept at the skills you have taught me. I

cannot live without your madness -
my armor against the madder reality
I must inhabit.  I must play at sterile sanity
while the eyes of the world are on me,

but when they turn away,
and the stars are the only witnesses
then I will let you kiss me, madly.
And I will kiss back.  



This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Play It Again Toads where we got to pick an older prompt to work with. I chose the Sunday Mini Challenge based on the poetry of Carilda Olivar Labra, specifically her poem, I go crazy, my love, I go crazy. I've also linked this poem up to Poet's United: Poetry Pantry #369.

38 comments:

  1. Oh how I love that last stanza - oh, the passion!

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  2. oh my gosh. i am in love...as are you i take it

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    1. I am very lucky to be blissfully married

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  3. I love the last stanza. So full of passion and joy. Gorgeous.

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  4. Careful ... don't let anyone carry your heart in their pocket!

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    1. Going overboard is certainly a danger in any affair of the heart

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  5. I lay as novice, but rise as priestess... great line!

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  6. How I love, "I lay as novice but rise as priestess." I remember when someone made me feel that way. How glorious this poem is..........how fortunate to be so in love.

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    1. I was delighted when I thought of the line :)

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  7. I want to grab this poem by the waist, run outside, and dance it to the worlds, while screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

    There is not one bit of this piece I don't love.

    And the line breaks, the line breaks are purely brilliant!

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    1. I tinkered with them to get those breaks to make sense. I am pretty pleased with the result.

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  8. Loved the close on this - it holds so much in so few words.

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  9. I love how this poem builds, from a sweet sort of sadness with determination, to such passion and "YES" like I want to end with a fist-pump! Also love the structure of how stanzas 2 & 3 end with "you" and 4 & 5 with "I" and "me" :)

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    1. Thank you for noticing the details I put in! Yep - you got it exactly. *happy dance*

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  10. Those two opening lines are a cracker! And the last an amazing affirmation.
    Marvellous poem, Rommy.

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  11. All of it is just brilliant! We should look at everyone and believe that same sort of passion is bubbling just beneath in them when no one is looking. Maybe then, we would see that we are more alike than different. Lusty and beautifully written, Rommy!

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    1. That is a lovely way to see the world Sharon :)

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  12. Love the falling into madness... such a strong imagery of passion. You know your ways and you did the poetry of Carilda Labra an honor by using that quote.

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    1. Whoa! That is very high praise. Thanks :)

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  13. How I love this poem! The freedom (and madness) we find when we find the perfect lover/mate/friend. You capture the passion so, so well!

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    1. Woot! I'm glad I was able to do that

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  14. My goodness Rommy, this is wonderfully fiery and passionate!💘 Worth a countless reads!💘

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  15. "I must play at sterile sanity while the eyes of the world are on me," I'm feeling that at the moment. It is when I'm alone the sanity gets tainted. Great write!

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    1. I imagine many creative people are familiar with that feeling

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