I went into the Internet
To see what I could find
And so much poetry I saw
Seemed written by the blind.
“I love you so”,
“You don’t love me”
“I love you mother”
These are three
sources of our poets’ misery
and hope.
It would be good if they could see
That “Love” is more than poetry.
and Poetry is more than love.
Thanks for this... I'm generally a headspace kinda girl but occasionally get dragged down into heartspace blubber... this one is definitely worth One Peace of My time...
Very clever, :) But I agree with Marie. And I write love poems, too, lol. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fred, you have hit another home run with this one. It rings true and is something I am working on. I seem stuck in the love poem rut and have a hard time writing anything else. Others, like you, said are stuck in the confessional mode of hopeless lament. Love is indeed more than poetry, and poetry is more than love.