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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| This week’s media prompt is a video of Lovesong by The Cure. I had never heard this song before, so I spent a little time researching and reading the lyrics. It’s always a challenge to read lyrics because they are usually repetitive and less complex poetically as they rely on the music to bring another level to their meaning. I was surprised that the music was slow and sad, while the lyrics proclaim the good things that love was doing for him. Then I learned that band member Robert Smith had written the song as a gift to his wife for their wedding. That put another angle on it, and the serious nature of the music made more sense. I don’t suppose anything has inspired so much poetry as love. When we are in love, we desire to express it, we have to let all these overwhelming emotions out before we burst. Some love poems are elegant such as How do I love thee, let me count the ways… (Elizabeth Barrett Browning). Some attempt to convey the inexpressible as in e.e. cummings’ somewhere i have never travelled which uses unique and deeply moving metaphor. But the teenager who is experiencing a first crush is every bit as sincere in their poetic declarations, even if they lack skill at expressing them. I have written love poetry and even more amazing is that poems of love have been written to and for me. Each poem attempts to express love in terms as beautiful as love feels. It’s not easy and we are not all equally adept at poetry as the Brownings, Byron, cummings, Shakespeare, etc. But there is no one who would not appreciate the sincere pleadings of a heart, however conveyed, especially as we approach Valentine’s Day. Have you attempted romantic poetry or given a poem to your beloved? Something crafted from true feeling can easily outshine any gift of flowers or candy. I am including links to some poems of mine that deal with romance and its complications. Mature Love
Secure Love
Nostalgic Love
Paranormal Love
and... Disappointing Love "Complimentary Closing"  Whatever kind of love you have or wish for, I hope everyone has a happy Valentine's Day. If nothing else, it's a good excuse to eat chocolate. |
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Not quite what I meant. "Pufts" was a sidelong reference to the famous dog show, Crufts
