THE LOVING GEAR is a beautiful metaphor for THE HEART, this tiny part, or I’d rather say, « this tiny mart » of the greater mechanism called the soul, which we all think is answerable for all the love in us, and for all the melancholies and miseries that it brings forth.

THE LOVING GEAR is a poem that voices my deepest fear! Once upon a time, I used to fear “not being worthy of finding love in this lifetime”, and if I were still at that station of my life, I would have written a poem about that… But today, this poem right here, that voices my deepest fear, has to be sincere.

And as such, THE LOVING GEAR is a poem that I have tasked with the honorable duty to voice my anticipatory fear of “reaching someday a station in life where I will no longer be able to love, at least, not as intensely and as merrily as I usually did”.

It is here the earnest anguish of a man staring at its own tailor-made limbo, knowing that the day cometh when leaping into it might be the only way to move forward, and hopefully, the only way to reach at the end of this poetic adventure called life, a sort of rightly-earned Olympus.

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Audio-Description by Gilles F. Dogbo

Vitrine de Poésie

I fear,

That some of these days I might truly be:

Past the loving point, past a breakable heart, past my trifling mental,

Past any relightable spark of my today’s tender art.

I fear,

That soon and fair I might find my ink be:

Worried by the non-monumental, buried in the unsentimental, breathing only the ephemeral,

Not knowing anymore how to rise above the boundaries of its own art.

« Let’s try this no more…

« Let’s try not to bear any more of this semidiurnal chore…

« I have for a quarter of a century called love. »

Of all fates, this, I mostly fear:

No other fate, but the silvery shears,

That could or might obliterate, of an immortal soul ‘the loving gear’!

 — Gilles F. Dogbo


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