The Opposite of Love

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By onemorething

Sun, 14 Feb 2021
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We forget the dwarf planets - 

they are circling

from enough distance

to turn to indifference.

This is the last resting place

of our lost words,

scattered as discs of rock and ice;

products of collision after

collision. They are unimportant,

being barely visible, but 

to the dead eyes of Eris 

and Dysnomia, in the frozen

sharpness, and later, with a shrug

of detachment; child of contempt -

we are unfound here,

where the opposite of love

is to be forgotten. 
 

 

Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eris_and_Dysnomia_art.png

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Sometimes we all feel like those dwarf planets, which is quite sad to think about.

A poem that makes you think of the other side of love.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny. It occurred to me this morning, all this talk of love on Valentine's Day. Thanks for reading it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

I have no idea how you keep coming up with these marvellous pieces, each one enriching and heartbreaking.  Wonderful image of the dwarf planets.  A beautiful thing.

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks airyfairy, and for the cherries. Thanks for the lovely comment, I worry there will come a time when people eyeroll at another sad poem from me! Glad you liked it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by marandina on

Wonderful,of course. Dwarf planets do get forgotten.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Paul. Yes, they do, cold and faraway as they are. :)

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Sad, quiet and beautiful. The opposite of love. Very interesting poem. Today my daughter was walking along the street, a man carrying a large, expensive bunch of roses (for his other half presumably) ogled her and winked at her.  Love is a miserable lie.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jane. Just pondering yesterday what the opposite of love would be. The story about your daughter- grim, I suppose all these supposed symbols of love or romance are always potentially tokenism. I haven't received a Valentine's card or gift for over 20 years - maybe I should be relieved! Thanks for reading it. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

catching up - I can offer you a comic moment, after Jane's poor daughter's grim one - a man, coat over what were clearly pyjamas, obviously just jumped out of bed and realised he'd forgotten valentine's day, had tied his overexicted dog to a newspaper stand while he ran into the shop to buy flowers - except the dog was running up the street, still tied to the newspaper stand, with the man (in pyjamas) hotly in pursuit. Happened years ago but the memory still makes me laugh.

but anyway - the opposite of love is, yes, sad and far away, and you express is beautifully here, thank you onemore

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ha ha - that's great! Did he make it home with dog and flowers, I wonder? At least he was concerned enough to go to the shops in his pyjamas, I suppose, shows effort. Thanks for you lovely comment. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - congratulations!

It's also our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day

Please share/retweet if you enjoyed it as much as I did

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Blimey, thanks ever so much! Has made my day. Definitely calls for a can of pina colada tonight! :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

we touched down on Mars, but tapped into our humanity. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

What did we tap into when we landed on the moon? :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you very, very much! Amazing news. Very chuffed. :))