Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Love as an element.

Like the 118 elements on the periodic table, like mountains and oceans, the universe is slowly revealing itself.  Some things appear to be permanent, many appear fluid and changing.  The force we call love is such an element.  We can only understand it through its mutations,  apparitions, and the feelings we experience when we possess it.

This poem of mine is about those first encounters.



Must I tell you in Latin, or Sanskrit,

Or in ancients’ scripts of

Tombstones and moldy signs?

I know you read the news-track the story

From one end to another-

Factual slips catch your eye.

You know everything

in print, all the elements of a life time.

I sit behind you in Chemistry

My whispers too soft for you to notice.

When the 118th element was added

to the periodic table

-translucent the two times that

Ununoctium appeared-

Sounds like Nostradamus you said,


Hardly worthy of all that attention and ink

You said and turned toward me.

But you didn’t see me

My whispers were too soft.

I wrote you a note

Left among ciphers and equations:

“I weigh more than

Oxygen and Water and Ununoctium

At high temperatures

I act in unexpected ways.

Can’t you smell my scent

Heaven - Earth –Eternity?”

If you find this in time, I wrote in Italic,

turn around and call my name.


enchantedoak said...

You creat a compelling scene in beautiful language. That final stanza--the note--is especially powerful, and the last lines rocked me.
Thanks for a new poem to start my day!

trousers said...

Wonderful, playful and - at the end - so poignant.

Brian Miller said...

ah...i love a good love story...and did he turn? and did your elements collide? loved the last line as well...

Eva Gallant said...

I do wonder if he turned around?

Monkey Man said...

Now I'm going to have to go to my priodic table and try to figure out the answer to your riddle.

Fire Byrd said...

What powerful words from the young you. And did the focus of your young love notice you?

Renee said...

I love it Rosaria. Love is in the air. Are you and your Mr. doing lots and lots of kissing these days.

I love you.

Renee xoxo

cheshire wife said...

Thank you for visiting my blog.

Your post brings back memories of chemistry lessons and my first real boyfriend!

Elizabeth Bradley said...

Beautiful. nuff said.

willow said...

So very charming! I especially liked the "sounds like Nostradamus" part.

Woman in a Window said...

Oh, love. Love - you! not love as a noun. Can love be a noun? Seems that should never be so. Oh love, you, Rosaria, gorgeous you. I'd kiss you if you were closer.

This is beauty.


Nancy said...

Lovely. I can feel those adolescent emotions - is romantic love ever more real as when you are first feeling it?

Sandi McBride said...

Beautifully written, nothing forced. I enjoyed this very much

jinksy said...

My all girls school meant teenage love remained an unknown quantity! Some people have all the luck...

Pinkerbell said...

"My whispers too soft for you to notice". I love this line, which you repeated. It says so much in few words - those first utterings of love which are so unsure of themselves, not sure if they want to be heard or not, but in the end a clue is left. It's all left up to fate in the end, or maybe to science? hee hee.

Ribbon said...

love is in the mind and a healthy mind knows love :)

beautiful romantic poem Rosaria

best wishes
Ribbon x

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love as an element. Brilliant.

♥ Braja said...

I loved the ending, so original and teasing...

Bogey said...

Brilliant. Tender. Shy. And very, very romantic. Lovely poem Rosaria.

Beth said...

Ah. Young love.

Margo said...

how beautiful!

Reya Mellicker said...

Completely and totally splendid! Passionate, real - wow, Rosaria. Wow.


Love is the fifth element. I believe it (never thought about it before).

Yes indeed you are quite right. Thank you so much!

Marguerite said...

Once a romantic, always a romantic! Lovely poem! Now, you've really got me wondering if he turned?

AnotherQ said...


ds said...

This is so beautiful.

RNSANE said...

Wonderful poem and, of course, we are all dying to know if he, indeed, turned around. You can't leave us hanging...or can you?

Kikit said...

i had a hard time with my chemistry class. but i just love this poem! :)

Gaston Studio said...

Yes, love as an element that is ever changing. Love your poem, especially the last stanza, revealing the depth of your maturity and childhood simultaneously.

Bagman and Butler said...

What a wonderful poem. It reminds me that even at my age (63) I might still get in touch with that wonderful ache I felt when I was young. I need to go try a love poem.

Shadow said...

what a poem!!! i love it!