Wednesday, February 15, 2017

February 15, 2017 Poets United/Midweek Motif/Love...


“It is better to have loved and lost, than not to loved at all.” Alfred Lord Tennyson.



Love....

often we don't even see it coming    walking down the street  until it knocks you down

a complex thing           a complicated thing              can get in your way

or can show you the way/ makes all things better...sometime/ can break your heart

make you cry                fill your life                         water loneliness

make it grow              when you choose to love/ there is always a price to pay

often more that one can bear/ nothing simple about love         and we always think

it is only our's that is complicated     still one opens his eyes/and there is so much to love

mountain, sky and land            and water                  colors infinite

sunshine and shadows        stars sparkle in the nighttime sky           all things living

things remembered                  past and present                                 the air itself

breathe in and out                    open your heart                                  let love in

slip into it/quench your thirst          a watering hole                          a place to play

a place to heal                          a place to grow                                 a place to grieve

love smooths out all the sharp corners      allows room              blows your world apart

as was said                       “better to have loved and lost/ than not to have loved at all”

February 15, 2017








7 comments:

  1. i'M with you in this one, i say give love a YES

    have a good Wednesday

    much love...

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  2. Complex and complicated is what you call love, and I couldn't agree more. I'm still trying to figure it out, but I probably never will.

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  3. A love-inspired stream of consciousness, filled with nuggets that please the ear!

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  4. At first this complexity and sorrow:
    ". . . water loneliness
    make it grow . . . "
    And then a passionate loving of love. Oh, yes, the end of your poem made me read it aloud! Not only is it better (as in the quote)--it "smooths out the rough corners" and gives us our world.

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  5. A beautiful write, my friend. It is interesting, in this last decade when I gave up on romantic love, I have loved harder and deeper than ever before. I like your lines about all there is to love. I agree.

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  6. Love radiates in this poem, Annell. I like the idea of watering loneliness.

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  7. "still one opens his eyes/and there is so much to love" Exactly...

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