when i was a child i did not name things i loved
'this is my favorite marble'
would always lead to somebody asking for it in a game of keeps
when i was a teenager i did not name boys i loved
because then my best friend would want them
and she always got what she wanted
when i was a woman i shouted my love from the rooftops
and felt foolish when it went away
now that i'm older i no longer have to name it
it's love all the same
Marvelous ideas expressed through your poem with nice artistic pleasure! Thanks for sharing such a nice piece of art! Sudipta Bhattacharyya.
In only a few lines, a loving world enfolds....remarkable poet...keep exploring
What folk have taken whole plays & epics to say, you manage in a few lines. Been there, recognise it, have the privilege of letting your eyes see my world. Thank you.
'What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell a sweet.' The bard said it memorably in Romeo's voice and your have matched the sentiment in a voice of your own. A strong, clear poetic voice which is beautifully understated and sublimely honest. love, Allie xxxx
Nice work! Great ending! You have a knack for writing memorable material. -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the kind of honesty that makes great poetry great. Hope u write more! beau