What is Love-in-Idleness?

A common wild flower,
Annual or short-lived.
This name is also applied to similar species
Where it has spread.

A small plant of creeping habit
Usually found in partial shade,
The plant has no rosette.
Leaves are contrary, alternate,
Often quite developed.
The flowers are solitary.
It can most often be the most sought after.

It is common almost everywhere
Near the sea or inland
At altitudes ranging from 0
It grows.

Ornamental and medicinal
Cultivated, sweet,
The seeds and roots
Should be used with caution.

While the leaves can be used
To indicate acidity
The plant has low toxicity.
The fresh plant, and its derivatives
Have proven to be useful,
Giving rise to high stability.

According to mythology
It is often used for idleness or vileness.
What Shakespeare had in mind was not a modern garden pansy.

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A wikipedia poem… Every word in this poem was taken from the wikipedia article for Love-in-Idleness; no word is out of order, although of course many have been discarded when they weren’t quite what we needed at the time.

7 PM – Teaching

My students may never remember the grammar rules I taught them, but they will remember they were loved.

How the chime of my bells sounded when the students rang them each day. How I would ring them back.

How they wrote suggestions and I validated their voices.

How they could come to me without judgement in their honesty.

How I would call home for the good things.

How I would call home when they needed support.

How I showed up for them even when I couldn’t show up to class when I was sick.

They won’t remember all the books, or lessons, or even my words.

They will remember how I made them feel.

I hope I make all of them feel loved.

 

What Is Love?

HOUR 10

Prompt:  What is love?

 

W – Watermelon, Wordle, Weekends away

H – Halloweens, Hugging, Hours at play

A –  Ancestors, Almonds, Art Fairs on the lawn

T –  Texting and Tweeting and Talking til dawn.

I –  Ice Cream, Icicles, and unsweet Iced Tea

S – Soccer and Summers and your favorite Songs

L – Life with our Loved ones, together we’re strong

O – Out with your best friends Outside in the sun

V – Vacations with family having much fun

E – Elephants, EMails, Evenings too

Are a few things that I love, so what’s love to you?

 

What is love? (Prompt 10)

What is love?

‘What is love?’ is not a rhetorical question
probably doesn’t need to be asked
unless other banalities are unavailable
better to have not loved and asked

What isn’t love?

Love isn’t the clichés you see on
posters, mugs, memes
love isn’t sappy songs or rom coms
soap opera TV serials or
Hallmark holiday movies

Love isn’t what you think it is
love isn’t what you try
love isn’t what you want it to be
love isn’t we’ll never say goodbye

Love is
Love isn’t
Love was
Love wasn’t
Love isn’t should have
Love isn’t could have
Love certainly isn’t would have

Which is why she wasn’t
which is why I couldn’t
which is why we didn’t

And in the end
the proof was right there
because all we could
say at the time was
it just isn’t.

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2023
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

” Tenderfoot”

 

Hour Ten: Ekphrastic using photo from Andrew Shaughnessy

My hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

My ribs show,

so that tells you. I’m not good/ready for slaughter.

Love this country though.

Fresh air, beautiful sky, clear cool streams to quench my thirst, sunshine almost always and when I need a cooling down, I head northward.

Good grazing munchies.

Just my hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

Did I take a wrong turn? Where is the rest of the herd?

My hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

Well, at least my inner compass is getting me back home-looks like

I’m here ahead of them, so quiet will be preserved.

that’s good because my hoofs are killing me, and I’d rather soak them alone. DMW

Newsies

They were on a break –
the three of them affecting the vernacular
of the men
who wrote for the paper they were hawking on
a street corner in St. Louis –
when a photographer
saw them laughing
between puffs.

Previously, they’d been
standing apart,
the tall one, holding court,
arms akimbo,
swearing his arm strength
should get him in the St. Louis Browns.

The others joshed, but, mainly, stayed reflective.
Frank Truesdale was from their town.
Their fathers, when not drinking, had
taught them all how to throw a ball.

When approached by the photographer,
they regarded him warily.
Was he a labor official? A truant officer?
The man asked if he might take their photo.
They sniffed. What do you give us?
The photographer went through his pockets,
handed them a dollar bill to divide
amongst themselves later.

They shrugged, then posed as
the photographer asked, each of them
with raised cigarette to mouth.
Years later,
one of them was shown the photo and
couldn’t remember what had happened
to his friends, only that they all
wanted to play for the Browns.

What is love?

Love is wanting to be with someone
Love is missing someone when they
are not with you

Love is wanting to hug someone
Love is wanting to touch someone

Love is wanting to make someone happy
Love is wanting to take care of someone

Love is wanting to live with someone
Love is wanting to make a commiment
to someone for many years to come

Love is wanting fmake or someone happy
Love is wanting to share all that is in your
heart.

Love is wanting a journey together, be
a companion, be holding hands together
in happiness and sadness,

 

Hour 10: What is Love

If I had hope I’d call you back

and calm you down the way you like

while Croce sings you lullabies

and Peter, Paul and Mary cry

 

If I had hope I’d apologize

and swear not to do it again

while you tell me of my many sins

and insist again to let you win

 

If I had hope I’d pamper you

and cook you all your favorite foods

like strogonoff and chuckwagon beans

while you, my dear, would pick my bones clean

 

If I had hope, if I had hope

I’d turn from you and all the hurt

for what is love when I’m sorely spent

nobody gives a damn where I went