Ten ways of looking at Love

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Like spring-time plant
love perfumes everything
with buoyant hope

Love as though a dancer
in the dust
listening ever so intently
to bay of sighs

I long to enrich
my longing and pain
in desperate gulphs of love

Love blossoms
unexpectedly
as though magnolia dusk
painted on azure sky

Love pays no attention
to either doubt or reason
rather profusely gives
like a thoughtless prodigal

Poetry
flows from the heart
that has plunged itself
in love

Love as though
a glass full of wine
emotion, whim, desire
become pellucid

Dreams unfurl
round minds of lovers
nurturing their vision
with fervor

Love kisses us
unexpectedly with words
draining our senses
of calm

Observe as love plays
along the curves of mouth
defining our day

 

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Form: Cubist Poetry

Posted for MTB @ dVerse Poets Pub

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Posted on Sunday Lime @ Lunch Break 

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36 thoughts on “Ten ways of looking at Love

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    Splendid Sanaa… really one of your best… I think a poem that makes you stretch makes it even better… it had to be very late in KL writing this.

  2. Victoria says:

    Why am I not surprised that you chose love, something almost impossible…yes, impossible to dissect, observe objectively. It’s only at 73 that I’m really beginning to understand (a little). You have made good points.

  3. kaykuala h says:

    Dreams unfurl
    round minds of lovers
    nurturing their vision
    with fervor

    How can one deny for love to be extending its most buoyant self to help the young lovers. Very true Sanaa!

    Hank

  4. Barry D says:

    Poetry
    flows from the heart
    that has plunged itself
    in love
    ?
    Love as though
    a glass full of wine
    emotion, whim, desire
    become pellucid

    Beautiful and overflowing with romance. I especially loved the two stanzas above.

  5. Sara McNulty says:

    My absolutely favorite lines are:

    Love pays no attention
    to either doubt or reason
    rather profusely gives
    like a thoughtless prodigal
    ?
    Poetry
    flows from the heart
    that has plunged itself
    in love

    gorgeous!

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