{"id":135320,"date":"2023-09-02T18:38:35","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:38:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135320"},"modified":"2023-09-02T18:38:35","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:38:35","slug":"12-noon-poem-10-what-is-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/12-noon-poem-10-what-is-love\/","title":{"rendered":"12 Noon. Poem 10. What is Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">12 Noon. Poem 10.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">What is Love?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is a list poem. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is my children <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and grandchildren, <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">my Lucy Watusi Kitty,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">all the bills paid, <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and a little left over.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is gratitude\u00a0 <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and meditating cross legged <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">on my big, old, soft bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is books!<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">All my books!<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">All the books!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is guiltless <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">personal boundaries <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">really good dark chocolate <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">orange toenail color <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">feral chickens roosting <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">right outside my bedroom window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">the gurgle speak of Iao Stream<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">chit chatting down to the ocean.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is autonomy <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and nonjudgment <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and cherry chapstick&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">but, that doesn&#8217;t make much sense.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">All these things are things I love<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">not what love is.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">So, what is love?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is letting things and beings<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">be who and what they are as long as they aren&#8217;t hurting anyone else in their process&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Yeah, that&#8217;s what love is. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Not very poetic, though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Let&#8217;s try again&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is the ache <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">in my ancient cells <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">for crows and trains <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">and Mom and Dad.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">the desparate hollow of my arms<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">where my grandbabies slept before the blast and scatter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is hope <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">that I will know those things <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">again someday.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Love is hope.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 22px\">Yes&#8230; love is hope.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 22px\">.<\/span><!--\/data\/user\/0\/com.samsung.android.app.notes\/files\/clipdata\/clipdata_bodytext_230902_123621_168.sdocx--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>12 Noon. Poem 10. What is Love? Love is a list poem. Love is my children and grandchildren, my Lucy Watusi Kitty, all the bills paid, and a little left over. Love is gratitude\u00a0 and meditating cross legged on my big, old, soft bed. 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