“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:
i'M with you in this one, i say give love a YES
have a good Wednesday
much love...
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.
A love-inspired stream of consciousness, filled with nuggets that please the ear!
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.
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.
Love radiates in this poem, Annell. I like the idea of watering loneliness.
"still one opens his eyes/and there is so much to love" Exactly...
Post a Comment