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I Rather Not


Great Discovery: Love?
I rather not experience romantic love
when it brings experience of the ache of a broken heart.
I just rather hold on to wishing what it feels like,
to be “completely and incandescently” smitten

instead of a heart brimming with love yet aching.
I rather not experience romantic love _
I rather spend many years not knowing of a beating heart when you
are near, instead of a crying heart wishing you away.


What is the point of wishing to feel such emotion
even if it leads to many bags of tissue?
I rather not experience romantic love
when it lose its value and wallow in heart break.

I certainly wish I could hold off my heart
for the One, not giving it to the Others
who just tear it apart bit by bit. In that case
I rather not experience romantic love.

Poetry Form: Quatern
16 line French form of 4 Quatrains
No iambic or following a set rhyme scheme
The refrain is in a different place in each stanza: Can you tell which line is my refrain here?

The idea for this poem came from the famous quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson, “’tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Every time I hear this saying I feel the need to object (silently or openly), I hate feeling lost after loving and I rather just not love at all.


Love’s the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it’s a you-do or you-don’t proposition with them all.

Jean Louise Finch
Go Set A Watchman

I am waiting to read Harper Lee’s second yet technically first novel. I read the first chapter online (wsj.com)and I already detect : humour, , class, sexuality, urban sprawl etc. The quote above caught my attention and picqued my interest in a possible love/lust angle. I am sure commencing next week and the rest of the summer WordPress will spring to life with book reviews. I hope I can read the novel before the year ends.


Of Love


Of Love: A Ghazal

Source: © Copyright Kathryn Ferrier 2015

We all need that emotion, ade of love,
grab my hands and heart we were made of love.

Watch his toothless grin light mummy’s bright eyes,
a wonderful feeling, cascade of love.

Bang! The door slammed shut behind this inmate,
families visit, yes no blockade of love.

Frostbitten and cold, he shivers to the bone,
she gives her jacket never a jade of love.

He carries all her books with a big grin,
she wondered if it’s a masquerade of love.

always alone except on those weekends,
when a sweet stranger visits – free trade of love.

crazy sometimes the world may spin, the cure
Noirfifre hopes are those grenades of love.

Post 14: National Poetry Month

Poetry Form: Ghazal

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

by Derek Walcott
Post 5: National Poetry Month
I will admit that I have struggled with Derek’s poetry from my days at A ‘Level. I fear I set up a mental block to all his work, giving away a copy of the only text I owned of his work with ease. When I thought of dedicating April for poetry posts round the 1st, he immediately came to mind but I dismiss the idea. However, last week I felt that nudge that I could not deny, so I went through some notes, here and there. Voilà, I found his poem ‘Love After Love’ and my heart melted, I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. I read the words so many times in my head and out loud, that I became seeing a physical scene: Me and Life loving each other. Sigh

Happy Life, Happy Wife?[Blank Verse Sonnet]

Happy Wife, Happy Life? Poem

Source:Found on craftaholicsanonymous.net

You know they say happy life, happy wife.

What about the husband – his happiness.

Shouldn’t marriages promote equal, glad.

As a woman, sure I love hearing such,

Digging deeper such concept is unfair.

So if the husband wants one thing, quickly

And the wife wants another object, quickly,

Everytime the wife is the happy winner?

What about allowing the husband victory, once.

If the husband is unhappy, no one cares?

I am no matrimony expert, however

I think this is a cause for worry – much.

Both the husband and wife should be happy.

Happy husband and wife, [50/50] give a little.


I am sure you came across this phrase “happy wife, happy life,” at least once in your life either reading it , hearing someone say it or even said it yourself. Honestly, do you think it is right that a wife gets her way every time she and her husbands discuss plans for their future. If yes, do you think that the husband will stay happy in such instances. I think it is best that both part compromises at some instance in the relationship. Happy wife and happy husband :D.

Heart Change

Heart Changing

Source: gagthat.com

I know I should forget about you:
but slowly I am.
But I cannot stop thinking about:
Umm, time provides a determined factor.
I force myself to stop, I try to block all memories:
I do not have to force myself anymore.
I do not have to push memories or emotions:
I am no longer a slave to those insane moments, it went away on its own.
I guess I am floating back to sane land.
You told me once to follow my heart and not my head.
Did you know at that time that my heart would long day lead back to you:
And then back to me.
Getting my heart back.

This poem is a combination of two sets of thoughts. You thought I was bipolar, hmmm. I wrote the parts about cannot forget weeks ago but a few days ago, I realize that something change. So I decided to combine the old feelings with the new into one poem. I thought it captured two different hearts in a ways two poems would not. It is not bipolar love :P.

Love: What It Means To Me

Love Poem


Love is always God

A deep moving force.

Love could be scary

when I see hurt

but I can’t do anything.

Love is looking at

your bright eyes with

swelling in my heart,

the pleasant type because

love keeps me growing.


singhpiyush6089 invited me to write what ‘love’ means to me in ten sentences of four words each. He also asked for my favourite quote about love, I do not have a one but “God is love,” immediately came to mind. I have to nominate 10 other bloggers to spread love on WordPress:
*Bite Size Canada
*JoHanna Massey
Ms Rebel
*Colleen Knight
*Let It Come From The Heart
*Sexy Celibate
*Blissful Nomad
Anyone reading this poem, if you feel incline go ahead and write a poem about what ‘love’ means to you, let us cover WordPress in and with LOVE.

Safekeeping: My Heart

Acrostic Poem

Source: — highreshdwallpapers.com

Secured from that connection knotted under the twinkling sky on that heartfelt day,

Anchored with a love, ushered by the release of doves, definitely not haggard.

Filled my heart you did with trust, continuity for tomorrow with more gust.

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