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Bring
me no roses, however deep their red,
they
bloom for a day, the next morning they droop,
don’t
get me orchids in mauve and violet -
none
of them are watertight nor weatherproof.
Plant
me a night jasmine or a fig instead,
something
with a longer arc, a wider sweep,
a
deeper tale, not just a trivial vignette,
that
will outlast us both and won’t be so brief.
Of course it's Valentine's Day, so I've been writing love poems. This one's an obvious response to roses are red... Apart from that, I've also been looking at the early V-Day posts on this blog. Here's one from Feb 2014, gosh that's 12 years back..
Loveweak I
did my love merit marks - commas, full stops
did it fuel business, make rhymes flow quicker
magic freedom into crystallised hope,
weekend loveshot irises, did it flicker
once in your blingflamed veins and quietly die?
or was it a recurring decimal
sung offkey though holy, strung through your “I”
candied on your tongue like a capital
pulped in your bone in the sponge
of marrows?
it asked no marks from me, I can
tell you
safely, nothing punctuation, no
close
and no throat grabbing start, I
never knew
what begun and if it’s
finished with me yet
it gave no period at this
close of sonnet
Well, I was certainly more experimental with my language then! However, the message is the same I find. Underneath all that drama with no punctuation and portmanteau-ed, coined words. Some things don't change.
Which one did you like better?
