How can a man become a painting?
Remembered as a stable, lost moment
Trapped inside a memory, regretting
Adoration cannot be permanent
The eyes see incomparable beauty
The heart skips, beating, melting from a smile
Ashamed, admiration becomes duty
Afraid love will find the heart infertile
Stepping away, somewhere safe from heartbreaks
Knowing that something always could have been
Unbreakable daydreams, safe from mistakes
Safe from the passion that love would begin
Fighting, planning, negotiating life
adoration replaced by love or strife
Bomi invited me to use her poem “Framed and hung” as a springboard for poetic conversation. There is something poetic about regret, and about potential love lost. Why is it that love so often dies before it is born? Those who only read this piece are only hearing one side of a conversation.