Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Love

Fraternal love (Prehispanic sculpture from 250–900 AD, of Huastec origin). 
Museum of Anthropology in XalapaVeracruzMexico


“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, 
how much the heart can hold.” 
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me,
'I love you.' ... There is an African saying  which is:        
Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.” 

“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, 
it has to be made, like bread; remade
 all the time, made new.” 

"Ai," the traditional Chinese character
for love (
) consists of a heart (, middle)
 inside of "accept," "feel," or "perceive," (
)
which shows a graceful emotion.
It can also be interpreted as a hand
offering one's heart to another hand.


Midweek Motif ~ Love

Would we be poets and never speak of love?  

Yesterday some of us celebrated Valentine's Day.  
I celebrated my BFF's birthday.  She collects Birthday/Valentine cards, but so few are made that I rarely find one.  
But LOVE!  Is that rare too?  
Can we celebrate it daily?  What do you wish 
you had said to someone yesterday?  

Your Challenge:  Deeply and with a few pointed words, speak of love in a new poem.


Comment by Dorothy Parker

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.



                                  A Red, Red Rose BY ROBERT BURNS

O my Luve is like a red, red rose 
   That’s newly sprung in June; 
O my Luve is like the melody 
   That’s sweetly played in tune. 

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
   So deep in luve am I; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
   Till a’ the seas gang dry. 

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, 
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; 
I will love thee still, my dear, 
   While the sands o’ life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only luve! 
   And fare thee weel awhile! 
And I will come again, my luve, 
   Though it were ten thousand mile.



Parkinson’s Disease  BY GALWAY KINNELL
While spoon-feeding him with one hand   
she holds his hand with her other hand,   
or rather lets it rest on top of his, 
which is permanently clenched shut.   
When he turns his head away, she reaches   
around and puts in the spoonful blind.   
He will not accept the next morsel 
until he has completely chewed this one.   
His bright squint tells her he finds 
the shrimp she has just put in delicious. 
Next to the voice and touch of those we love,   
food may be our last pleasure on earth— 
. . . . 
(Read the rest HERE.)
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty According to my bond; no more nor less.
Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
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Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—  
(Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Nostalgia)

18 comments:

  1. Hope your Valentine gave you a full dose of love yesterday! :-)

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    1. Yours too. Actually, mine is more a gradual daily thing.

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  2. Happy Wednesday, hope everyone is in full love-coma after St Valentine's Day yesterday

    much love...

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  3. Love to you all!
    I am linking the same poem to three different prompts, as one way or another love is in the air all over the place just now. (Smile.)

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    1. That is a very good feeling. Are you still in Spring Fever or is it Full Summer?

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  4. Hey Poets United! Good morning Today is a GREAT day for poetry!

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    1. I revised my poem a little, changed two words. I have to read it a little more before posting.

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  5. It is a lovely time of the year and a very appropriate prompt Susan :)

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    1. Thank you, Sumana, It felt like taking a break from the political trauma. I am refreshed slightly.

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  6. And now for something completely different... ;-)

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  7. Hey everyone,

    Hope you are having an amazing day so far ❤️ sharing my poem "Love-struck" thank you Susan for the lovely opportunity; this one's for you!!❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thank you, sweet Sanaa. I hope your week keeps you smiling.

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  8. A most lovely prompt for this week. Thank you.

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  9. A timely topic, Susan! (And beautiful poems to accompany it!)

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