Ice Climbing - Monday Morning Poetry

There are things to be said about love, but it’s not what we usually find in poetry.

Ice Climbing

You conquered my heart, with ice climbing gear.

Our false disinterest,
Spikes in our hearts,
Spikes on our hearts.
Frozen bodies on the way up.

We like it,
wanting from people
who don't want to give.
It's why we don't like us.

Softness and tenderness
are raising cliffs all around.
You were aware 
of the ice ahead.

Badly bonded it —
will drop down on us.

My first attempt of recording:

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Thoughts

It’s not like I wanted to write a contrarian poem for Valentine’s Day; it’s just that while walking through snow, I had this idea: “You conquered my heart with ice climbing gear.” I liked it. Usually, I stay away from poetry about love; most of it is soaked in cliches and sweet little lies and ends up as superficial kitsch.

Still, there are things to be said about love, but it’s not what we usually find in poetry. Not the warm and fuzzy stuff, but the real stuff we don’t clearly see. Love is not proven by a date on the 14th of February when you could have the same date on the 15th for less money and less stress.

Love is demonstrated when you don’t want to do something — but you do — because it’s worth it for the other person. When a downside has value to us we learn how much we love a person.

Difficult moments are when we must affirm our choice to be with someone. Even when things are going well, don’t just let them progress. Take a stand and say yes; make a conscious decision out of who you love.

Some ice climbing has to be done for the people we want to love so we can love them. The price is the base camp, with the fire and the romantic stars above us, but it’s not the stars that make the world romantic.

The. conditions that created this poem.