Still in the early stages. Not yet settled poetry.

A Meditation

Is love the drunkenness of undergraduates
Or the sober labours of the bricklayer?
Is it the Hollywood starlet on her fling
Or an eightyish couple strolling hand-in-hand?

Romantic swoonings, transports of longing:
Are these things love more than the soup-kitchen,
The worn-out nurse helping a cranky patient,
A kindness to the Harvard Square panhandler?

Love isn't a glass of Malbec or a pretty face
Or California beaches or mountain peaks.
Love is Wednesday morning on the Red Line
Headed to work. Love is the doctor spending

Forty years working at a free clinic.
Against the strident cult of denunciation,
Love is an undiminished equipoise
That greets the world with a healed and healing voice.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-29 at 02:33

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Love is all of the above. It's the most widely used word in the English language. I think you are on the right track with this one on meaning and form. Maybe it needs an easier flow, but I like the poem and enjoyed the read.

So many diverse ideas here. Needs some coherence, perhaps? Will be waiting to see how the final draft turns out to be! :)


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff Tom. Love is the patient temper of the well thought out written verse.