I have longed for fellow travellers to relieve my solitary wanderings.
I have wandered with crowds and yearned to be alone.
I have sought for love’s spring in deserts vast and, having drunk have wished my companion a million miles away.
The below poem by the American poet, Emily Dickinson is deceptive in it’s simplicity. The final 2 lines arrest the attention of the reader,
“Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!”.
Nobody Knows This Little Rose By Emily Dickinson
Nobody knows this little Rose —
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it —
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey —
On its breast to lie —
Only a Bird will wonder —
Only a Breeze will sigh —
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!
I came across this entertaining piece on the rules of poetry while browsing the web, (http://www.improve-education.org/id49.html). The writer argues there are, in fact no rules or rather if the poet does follow rules they should be of their own making. Rules do, in the view of the writer stifle creativity, replacing vibrancy with the dead hand of uniformity.
The flower radiant with spring’s promise glows
The bee of sweet nectar sups, tarries perchance awhile then goes.
The Blue Hour Magazine publishes poems and short stories and encourages authors to submit their work, (http://thebluehourmagazine.com/submissions/). I have just started following the magazine.
Kevin
I have been challenged by Caitlin the Teen Day Dreamer to write a poem about love,consisting of 10 sentences, each containing 4 words. Each sentence must contain the word love. The challenge also asks that I include a favourite quote about love and nominate 15 bloggers to complete the challenge. I don’t want anyone to feel obligated to participate but, if you would like to do so please feel free to link back to this post once you have completed the challenge. For Caitlin’s post please see here (https://theteendaydreamer.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/challenge-love-in-10-sentences/).
Love is a kiss
Love is a hug
Love is true friendship
Sometimes love hurts terribly
Unrequited love hurts badly
Love turns to hate
Love is joy unbounded
Love is not lust
Love ends in dust
Love can’t be defined
Quote About Love
I have perhaps cheated here by including a poem by Shakespeare which, while mentioning love is not primarily about that emotion. I hope my readers will forgive this indulgence on my part.
“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun;
Nor the furious winter’s rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!”
Look into your heart at close of day
Do you see darkness, light or shades of grey?
Do you face a conscience bright, or thoughts which disturb throughout the night?
She combs her hair, Fixes him with an enigmatic stare and with nonchalance descends the stair.
“Trust the people” he said, in a manner most beguiling.
The people harkened to his words, their eyes smiling and, afar off the sound of knives being sharpened was heard.
Laughter hides the pain inside, or do I over analyse?
Your words spoken, truth or lies? maybe I overanalyse?
Your passing kiss doth us divide, perchance I overanalyse?
Your smile conceals the hurt inside, perhaps I overanalyse.
K Morris - Poet 