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Ode to love (sonnet)

Posted by alphadog1 on July 6, 2011 - 14:21

How can such a funny silly little word,
sound so small, yet mean so very much?
Why does it lead to such peaks of Joy,
But never out of pits of agony and despair?
And why does it lead to a place of peace,
yet never cares for our poor blistered feet?
How can such a funny silly little word,
sound so strong, yet echo hollow for the self,
Why does it feel like tired old worked soil;
But still taste so fresh and new to my old soul?
And,how can it give so much, and give again;
yet give until there’s isn’t anywhere left to fill?
And how can such a funny silly little word,
sound so loud and still do so very much?
I do not know… or profess to understand…
For have been broken by this little word…
Broken…yet made whole again…by love.

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Cavalcaderl | July 7, 2011 - 15:01

new alphadog1
Really liked this poem.
Just one thing, 5th line,
you mention a palace of peace,
or maybe a place of peace. Did you mean
Which may sound better, just a tweak!
julie

alphadog1 | July 7, 2011 - 15:48

Actually I wrote place first... then changed it to palace... It sounded grander, though I though it cliche... But I've been tweaking it all day, palace... place... I like both... which one would you prefer? Coz I have no idea... Thanks for liking it. (smile)

alphadog1 | July 7, 2011 - 15:49

place... I'll change it |;)

alphadog1 | July 7, 2011 - 15:51

Thanks Julie... its finished now.

Cavalcaderl | July 7, 2011 - 16:52

new alphadog1
Didn't mean to be judgemental in any way
sorry, your poem, but for me I couldn't imagine
a palace for peace. Can you! But then have been on re-treats and one can hear a pin drop, "Silence is golden". Or tranquil music to relax no speaking in.
julie (:- smiley I think learn't on AbcTales.

alphadog1 | July 7, 2011 - 17:21

(huge smile) its ok... I was doing an OU course last year where we had to crit each others work... I was stuck with a very clever man who thought everything I wrote was stupid... I learned to develop a thick skin... and managed to find something he wrote as... well... rubbish really...yes it really honestly was... he wrote about Julius Cesar, which was pretty good... but the character he made, sounded more like he'd just dropped the dogs off in the 4x4... when I wrote that I made my tutor laugh..
For me its always been hard being a writer, I have dyslexia, so my emotions are and have always been raw, but not to feel some sort of hurt, when someone thinks what you've written is a dog, wouldn't be right, would it?
re palace of peace... I was thinking of a cathedral, a place of peace means anywhere... and is far more spiritual... and that is what the poem is about... the essence of the word Love...its complexities and spiritual connotations...I was thinking a lot about that.
Laying my cards down for all to see, I know my poetry is simplistic, (I heard that a lot on the course...) the students seemed to like the poetry I wrote when I got smashed and scribbled incessantly in my notebook... then transferred them for critique...
But The poem itself is about a situations I found myself in.
I got hurt recently by someone who professed to be influenced by wicca... she became very intense very quickly, that made me scared...I wrote her a long email, and several texts, before I stopped contact... this poem is the essence from our time together... Thanks again for your support.