what is love...
(many have asked)
...that one minute
it tears the heart
from your chest, squeezing
& the next be
the very blood
it is beating
(tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump)
i toss rocks
at your window
hoping you hear,
and if so, that
you want to
open it, to me.
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
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And if the person opens the window, she (in your case) has to hope you stop throwing rocks. :-)
Yes, love. It can tear your heart out, make you laugh, make you cry, hurt so good and hurt so bad. But what would we be without it?!! My LOVE to you, Brian.
I sure have lived both sides of this life, one side more so than the other. Sigh.
Thanks, Brian. I have been waiting years for that answer. :-) My 55 will be up soon.
Soo cute...yes, one's heart does beat like that when the game is anticipation and wonder of new love!
Love.......the best thing in the world!! Love this!
sheer perfection.
Really? I haven't heard any rocks ... and I've been listening!
ahhhhhhhhh love one minute the very breath of life, the next a knife to the heart...
well done dude:)
Toss 'em gently... it's never good when you accidently break the window.
Gar.
Oh that's so sweet and old fashioned! :o)
Here's mine...:o)
yeh I was hoping the window isn't already open
Lovely Bri - such the romantic
Yes, it is a many splendored thing.
Toss a big one and see what happens!
Some say...Love IS!
In Fact...I Loved this 55!
Thanks for this philosophical query!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
I tried the pebbles on the window thing once. I just got his mom. Oops.
You are the poet of love,
*sigh*
I love this one. :)
Sweet! Having a willing reciever of our love is the best...when it's rejected feels much like being hit with rocks.
Love, she is the ever elusive mistress...isn't she.
Hi Brian,
In a few words you have said it all.Lovely description of love.One should go through it to experience it.
In India,the Taj Mahal,world wonder,was built for love.
Best wises,
Joseph
Been there, done that. And Still hold my illusions..
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Aw, those last 2 words
I hear them said so small.
quiet
keep trying
hugs
reminds me of the old song 'knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want me...'!
nice 55
I loved the "tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump" - it made me smile. Ah,the mystery and magic of love! I loved your 55, Brian.
Oh, yeah, she'll open her window for you. No question.
With the rocks on the window, I just always imagined an angry father pulling it open. Those visions never have a happy ending.
Brian, this is beautiful!
A wonderful description of the highs and lows of love.
Oh yes indeed, what is love... It can be so many things and as you know, I have contemplated it myself so very recently.;) But your take on the issues of the heart never disappoints.;)
Have a great Friday dear Brian.;)
xoxo
I think you can trust she will be listening for you and glad to open the window, maybe even the door.
Who wouldn't open that window for you?
Cute take, but much deeper thoughts come to mind than just a young love tossing rocks at a window. Maybe leading to a life shared?
Nice passionate rhythm you got going...ka chunk!
Aww, your romantic side shows! Very nice.
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As so often, I perfectly formulated 55 - and a magnificent opening 21 as well.
Love is ... an enigma. There are so many levels, so many variable emotions.
what is love...
The question though answered many times still remains unanswered..
Very well done in 55... :)
Ah! A great risk there really! What if she starts throwing back those rocks :D
On a serious note a very sensitive poem :)
encase she opens the window and you happen to still be throwing those rocks, I hope she ducks in time....or is that the point? Love hurts at times?
good one,
joanny
In my past I had been known to toss a large rock or two but all it did was crack the window. Then one day...
Sweet 55.
Ahhh! The secret rendezvous!!! Bliss!!
Hugs
SueAnn
I hope people still throw pebbles at windows of someone they love in hopes of them opening the window. Nice writing.
Two words Brian....Beautiful Work!!!!
My Flash 55 is posted Scroll down below my show n tell for Friday to find it.
Have a great weekend.
Yeh, that love stuff will definately make you throw rocks now and then.
I think I would be freaked out if someone threw rocks at my window, just sayin.
Nice, good job at answering the impossible question!
My pebbles were thrown at peoples doors yesterday- Had a good one-You have a great weekend ! thanks.
Romance, you are a master Brian :)
Vivid picture of the ups and downs of love....we must keep believing that once the rocks break the window, no matter how long ago, they stop being thrown.
Brilliant, as usual.
I like the fact that you wear your heart on your sleeve, and yes love can beat, and tare, and hurt all at once. What an amazing organ.....Hope you have a great weekend!
gave up on the pebbles, now using rocks
Hmmm, I wonder about that.
Remember that Neil Diamond song, Love on the Rocks? I dig that song.
OK, Brian...why do you torture me so?! The story, the story. Please.
You are awful.
xo Happy Holidays!
ah what a wonderful musing on young love. what a well used metaphor too.
there is so much difference between rock tossed and rock thrown. :)
trisha
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Well, that one's resolved. For today, anyway. Nice 55, my friend. Happy weekend and holidays.
beautiful words, Brian!
Aw, so sweet. You captured the agony of love so well.
This is wonderful. I've asked myself thousands of times what it is. I finally know. Excellent :) Have a wonderful Friday :)
What is love? It's something different to us all isn't it?
Love your 55 Brian.
Aaaw, that is so sweet, love the bit about throwing rocks at her window. That was a nice touch.
I hate the ups and downs of love, especially when watching it happen to your children!
They say it's all in the brain, but it doesn't feel that way.
"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."
Romeo should have thrown rocks.
Nice 55, Brian!
I just hope you have a good aim, Brian.. you don't want those rocks hitting the neighbor's window, or worse still, her head! :)
But all said and done, LOVE ROCKS!!!
The first stanza here reminds me of a poem I had written ages ago, called 'universal truth'.. Anyway, Happy 55, and Happy Weekend! :)
it does more damage than a typhoon mate and can sweep you away :)
I always love the way you view life. :)
As a teenager, I always wanted to live in a two story house so a boy would toss rocks at my window. It's so romantic.
Cheers, jj
I have a love that I still can't believe .
I hope you do too.
This is very endearing, Brian. I like the rhythm of the heart beating and the last two lines. I hope she opens up the window for you.....it's cold after all!
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Your 55 cuts at the heartstrings, Bri. Well written and emotional. Throwing rocks at the window brought back memories. Cheers
Love and rocks togther are a decent metaphor for marriage.
Rock At Window is better than Rock At Heart.......
love rocks, eh?
When you hope, hope, hope that they return that love!
Cute.
Lovely love poem, planted in this very moment, tossing rocks. And I know the window will be opened, I see your heart is pure.
love has so many faces ... love is what we all wish for ... love can heal and love can destroy as you wrote so well ... I personally do believe in LOVE :-) happy week end Brian!
Love is taking a chance...
Nice 55.
Wishing you and your family a lovely holiday, Brian. I'm here reading, but don't always comment.
love and rocks...both things one should not cast about mindlessly.
..almost missed your 55 - but glad i didn't..there's so much in this..tears the heart from your chest, squeezing...hm..tossing rocks..i so hope she will open it..sometimes we hear the rocks and are afraid of opening the window..
both sides of love...well done in 55 words.
Just so, so charming Brian....love your stories. They transport me.
~shell
I have had love on the rocks before. It has a particular edge to it.
Darn it you broke the window :)
Nice 55 my friend. My window always gets broken, I left it boarded up for the season lol
Magnificent!Love is bringing the best in that other person you love,because you want them to be happy,not capture them,not keeping them for yourself,you want that person to be shining under the sun,the stars,the moon for everybody to see who he/she is.Only when you want to possess the other one,there is suffering.True love is unconditionnal love.It's divine,friendly,without expectations in return.When you find that other half,that friend,only you cease to suffer,you just are..love.And you can start spreading around love and compassion.But we often have to err in darkness before finding that light again.
Love is definitely a little strange. Hope she does open the window.
Cute 55.
romance is always in fashion...throw the rocks....but not to hard....bkm
Hi! Brian...
Nice use Of 55 words...Love on the Rocks...No! Love & Rocks.
Brian,
Thanks, for the definition of...love too!
DeeDee ;-D
Catching up. Liked this one a lot.
that is such a good descript. Love it. Well put, Brian. :) ...I wan tto go throw some rocks but don;t think the windows woudl open on some.
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