Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most

I listened to the lovely rendition
sung by Ella Fitzgerald
Live in Holland.
And I’m reminded
it’s love year round
that hangs me up the most.

Reaching for a poem of love, or not,
I’m brought to a grinding halt because
“love” entreats me to think of romance
at which I’m worse than retarded.

So bad am I until
I can’t even give you
a love sucks poem.
Because,
as elusive as it all is to me
as infrequently as it visits me
in my quietest moments
I still hope to come into it.
Then I can write about
the happy circumstance of it.

I once wrote a poem entitled Mine
by request for a wedding.
If you knew the days and hours
spent sweating to find it,
you’d probably suggest I skip this
or talk about puppies or relatives instead.

But, alas I can’t as
I’m intrigued by my personal challenge.
Besides, from time to time
it’s good to know where I stand
with romantic language.

And unfortunately I see
I’m still not where I want to be yet.

Poem ©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers.

Prompt: Write a love poem, or an anti-love poem. My submission for Day 10 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2009.

Notes

  • The video is posted at YouTube by whoisthisguythen.
  • Over at my other site, Blog About It, poetry on demand describes the effort to finding poems when it’s difficult.
  • Mine is the wedding poem.

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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