

.
there’s no comparison
my ex had one the size of a hard haribo sweet
tinysweet and beat
with regularity
proclaiming basic humanity without musicality
normality — or so I thought
.
you can get used to smallness
or meanness
you can get perplexed by it
and yet
when we met
i couldn’t see the trees for it
obscured by my habitual vision
i
thought they were all small
but like the moon it was just a question of perspective
and proximity
we
got close
closer still, my love
my love had one the size of a planet
a heart — so huge as to eclipse all others
no one could see it
so huge was it
it blocked out the perfect though magnificent
it had craters and lakes
on a landscape formed by energy synergy
unheard of
unimagined
no one could see the size of it
except
kaleidoscopically
retrospectively
it couldn’t be trusted
to last
light years of liquid and dust
filled it
even from this distance i felt it
beat
unorderlily complexilily godliliy
silly really
as finalily
it super-love-
nova-ed
from his chest
in a burst
that hurt my eyes
killing him
while creating stars
for my eyes
my entire universe
expires
.
not a haiku
.
a love poem as well
.
NaPoWriMo day 11:-
write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.
Love this love poem! These lines are heartbreakingly true: “you can get used to smallness // or meanness”💜🍃
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Thanks Romana. Yes, it is true, isn’t it.
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