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Symptoms

I think I know this emotion
with it’s resonating touch
warming me, nauseating me,
making me giddy.
I falter dizzy, gleefully —

I think it’s love.

© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Three Word Wednesday’s words – emotion, falter, touch

Back story: It’s been a while, but since my goal is to return to me and the stuff I love, I stopped by Three Word Wednesday (only a day late). Today’s words planted themselves quickly and grew into this little diddy. I forgot how much fun it is to play. Hope you like it.

Day 3: My Apology

Dear Shari:
Please accept my
sincere apology.
Try as I might
I can’t seem to
cut him off
completely.

Remembering
all the ugly
hurtful things
pissed me off for a while.
Still, I wasn’t able
to catapult myself from that
through disgust
to I totally can’t stand him now.

With humility, I confess
love
is the only thing my
heart understands
to do to him.

Regretfully yours,
me.

©2012 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 3 poem, an apology or non-apology for April PAD Challenge with Robert Lee Brewer.

Day 10: It Could Have Been

Call my name—no
just step into the room.
My breath catches and
I’m aware anew of how much
you are a part of the
breaths I take.

Even after these many years,
contemplating all we are
can move me to tears of joy
that you and I discovered
each other and unleashed
the power of ages through
embracing instead of denying love.

It could have been quite different
if just one of us had not been
brave enough to stand in the wash of
unswerving, consuming, abiding affinity.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 10 prompt: Write a ‘love’ poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Love poems still represent a peculiar challenge for me. The effort to be sure is worth it. But, to have a decent outcome, I rarely hit it in one day, to say nothing of a few hours. So, to keep from losing the whole of my evening, I give it to you pretty much like it came to me — and I’m sorry.

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.