In The Words of Another: Geneviéve Cuva, Part 1

I mentioned once that anyone who had any article ideas or contributions to the concept of long-distance relationships should feel free to submit it, either in the comments, or you can click our portraits right above our information at the bottom of the site. On occasion I am forced to find these people because they are too silly to point themselves out. So today I’d like to pay humble tribute to one Miss Geneviéve Cuva. Now Gen and I are only somewhat acquainted: a former room mate and good friend of my better half, her first impression on me was one of a polite young woman not afraid of her own mind, and not ashamed to express the rambling of her mind. I have witnessed her brilliance in the form of Poetry (which can be read here on her blog “Creative Streak”) as well as in artistic form (which can be seen here on her deviantART). I applaud her artistic merit, mainly because of envy, but also because of it’s sheer beauty. I’ve chosen to showcase a recent piece that instantly grabbed my attention: so my readers I present Enough by Geneviéve Cuva.

Enough
What is love if it is gone,
if it is absent from the
space beside me,
if it is stretched between
us almost to the point
of breaking? It is a string,
a road, a letter or
a short call just to say hello.
It hides in the
small moments and shines
in them, like a child’s nightlight
or a candle in the window. So
from me to you, I send love.
I hope it is enough.

Like I said. Beautiful. It evokes to me a picture of a man whose love is long away from him, troubled time have come, and he sits by candle light, quill inked and awaiting his great prose. Instead, he write those three simple words, folds the page, seals it and his messenger is off with it. I always tell Sorcha I love her. When she is doing homework and I am coding a site, and the air is thick with that unique comfortable silence, I glance up at her, face steady as she reads and I too use those simple words. And she smiles that surprised smile when I catch her by unawares, and she reciprocates. “I send love. I hope it is enough.” She always reminds me it is more than enough, and I love her more for it.

Geneviéve, you did an amazing job capturing something that is hard to describe. Those simple moments most people face to face take for granted, when you not only know they love you, but when they send it to you in some way to make for certain you know. It is a beautiful thing you wrote, and I am grateful to you for doing it. I look forward to getting to know you more in the future, you always leave such supportive comments and so I am glad to make you the first person we pay tribute to here on Love 2.0. To the rest of our readers, you can follow Gen’s own internal monologue at her other blog entitled “Strange Bird” (which I must begin by saying is one of my favorite phrases of English Slang ever, so bravo on choosing a lovable title). And with that I will end my own internal monologue by adding that if you too are an artist of any sort and would like to be featured, don’t hesitate to post a link to your work or e-mail either Sorcha or myself. Until next time, update your driver to Love 2.0, and have a great week.

P.S. My love, our plan went off a bit late, but I loved the end result. Nothing was better than getting into the old writing spirit with you. I can’t wait for our exciting continuation and the chapters from then on. I love you, and I can’t wait for our anniversary which is right around the bend along with my birthday. Having you is the only gift I could have ever asked for. <3

The Poets

It’s been a hard week. I mean, a really hard week. There were assignments and arguments and apprehensions and assurances. No, that’s not really an excuse for me not to have provided you with a real post this week and I apologize for it. I promise that I will have a real new post next Friday and Part 2 of The Nightmare will be coming soon (hopefully on time, unlike this bothersome filler). So here, for your enjoyment, are the first two poems we sent each other way back in August, a couple of weeks into our relationship. Hope you like them and I promise I’ll do something for real next week. Until then, make sure to hug your monitor, and have a great weekend.

"You Make Me Think of Beautiful Things (Like Strawberries)"by Sabrael D. Carroll

A rabbit once did run and hide, from the world he saw,
Until the day a foxy came and took him by the paw.

Said she to him, "I do believe we have yet to meet.
I'll show you fun and happiness, and things oh so sweet.
Now I know I am a fox, and you should indeed be scared,
But you'll find I'm different," or so the Fox declared.
Like the stirring waters, I'll change all you think you know.
You'll see you'll like it all, along with what I'll show."

The Rabbit flinched, but took her paw, resolving to be brave,
He wanted to be different, be strong, and not just Fear's slave.
And with a smile the Rabbit spoke, though not sure what to say,
He found himself so happy in the world he lost just yesterday.
And so the Rabbit and the Fox did play for quite some time,
But this isn't the end, not yet you see, there is more to this rhyme.

The Rabbit said to the Fox, after many years had gone,
"You freed me from my prison and showed me a new dawn.
I am glad you came to me that day, once long ago,
And if you were to go, I would certainly be in woe.
I love you dearly I find, and I do so without regret,
Because we are a matched pair, together in a set.
Whenever I think of you, only one thing comes to mind,
The peace and happiness, without you I wouldn't find.
You showed me many things like how the blue jay sings,
And when I think of you, I think of beautiful things."

"Red"by Sorcha G. Dubhsioc

The fox tried always to be gentile
But it never went her way
Her teeth were much too sharp
So from soft flesh she'd stay

Though Bun broke through her defense
And caution she did not heed
She was so careless when they played
And from his side he did bleed

I'm so sorry Bun she did cry
I never meant to hurt you
I am a wild animal
And don't know all I can do

I cannot promise you that it
Will never happen again
But know I will always love you
Emotion I cannot feign

So please heal fast and know that I
Am always here just for you
To piece you back together
When I play too rough with you