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Love In 10 Sentences

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!”

Be Still

Be still my sleeping brain. But no, like a train you career along tracks of fear and pain.

Looking out of the window I see demons glaring at me. Monsters from the past after me dash ingendering terror and shame.

Oh dear god still my racing brain.

 

(The above was inspired by the following post on Behind the White Coat, https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2015/03/22/etude-to-silence/?c=16368#comment-16368) in which Victo discusses the problems encountered by some when they encounter silence. When one sleeps the distractions which keep us from silence are removed and the subconscious is given full reign. During the wee small hours when we sleep terrors creep out of their hiding places to torment us.

Wolf

My fairy wolf, your ears so floppy and soft. I stroke them. Your eyes slowly droop, little noises of contentment. A tail thumps.

I cease momentarily. Bump, bump – your big Labrador head knocks my hand

“Please, more” you say in your own so unique way.

My big hairy wolf, there is no past or future for you, just this moment, the strokes, you and I dog and master together on this spring day.