Sailing to windward

The Secret Of A Good Soufflé - Poem by Sailing to windward

Life without love is a life in tatters.
Life's not about money or sunny days;
To love and be loved is all that matters.

Voyaging through life, love's waves can shatter
whole mountains to the sand of sweet calm bays,
and mend sailor's souls, wind torn and tattered.

Hate can churn minds as mad as a hatter
and always, like raising a cheese soufflé,
love's the secret to what really matters

For our children, when they grow and scatter,
our love goes with them as they rise from play,
patching wounds that would otherwise tatter.

Searching for Jane or John, peace or clatter,
we all hope to find, in different ways,
the love which lies at the heart of the matter

Although one day we must all sail away
that love, bubbling in our wake, will stay.
A life filled with hate is a life in tatters;
To love and be loved is all that matters.

Form: villanelle

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2014

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