The tongues of angels clatter against
ten thousand stolen beginnings
fluttering syllables like wings gone
wild, until letters float like
my dreams. Reminding sleep you
nestle next to me.
We end our day in silent
reverie, like spoons of primal
clay merged in a single am, filled
with shards of marmalade and jam.
Brenda Warren 2015
Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows.
I also used words from a previous Sunday Whirl.
What lovely writing and thoughts, Brenda.
I’m not usually fond of love poems…
this is beautiful. 🙂
This one was a special beauty 🙂
Simply beautiful, Brenda.
Hi Brenda! Just tried the link to this over on the NaPoWriMo Day 4 page and it didn’t seem to work! Happy I found you anyway – and even happier to be reading this poem! Beautiful!
Dreamy. I’m hopeless at love poetry, but you have a real talent for it!
Oh, I really, really like this Brenda. You will note, I didn’t use the word ‘love’. Trying to keep the rules somewhere. This has a deep abiding feeling to it, underline with still alive yearning. Best way to begin my reading today.