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.