love (free verse)


and as my Muse
hid in the laurels
thinking to be well-hidden
his sweet perfume
called to my mind
his light beamed
’round the leaves
nearly blinding me
and I imagined
an embrace
warm and tender
an eternal warmth
and a song to be sung
near a water fall…
and I called it love
for it was a poem
being born.

Written for Free Write Friday, which I found thanks to Cher Shares.  The prompt was:

The following speech from “Dead Poets Society”: 

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?” — John Keating (Robin Williams) Dead Poets Society


8 thoughts on “love (free verse)

  1. So lovely Georgia, so truly beautiful and fulfilling is the creation of poetry and all writing and all creativity even; and you name it well: love! This piece brings it about so well.


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