OctPoWriMo: Love of...

Today's Prompts: Love Poetry.

Word Prompts: fondness, tenderness, warmth, intimacy, attachment, endearment

From MorgueFile

What a concept? What a things that is asked of? Do that realize how trite the idea is?

Maybe we need to write more love poetry, about the things that make us happy. Maybe with a little more love in the world, then the bad wouldn't feel so bad? A nice thought, Dear Readers. I am not always for the love poetry in the normal "How do I Love Thee..." kind of way. All poetry is valid and I enjoying read pretty much all types of poetry, including love poetry. Having taken part in OctPoWriMo two years in a row now I have learned a thing are two about the prompts and the poems. The secret? There's two. One is that you never have to write about today's prompt, ever. And there is two, if given a prompt that to want to try, or challenge yourself, think A LOT outside the box.

So, Dear Readers, that is what i do. I wrote outside the box, so  much so that I wrote two different poems using two different poetic styles about what I love. The Rictameter and the Loop Poem feature a theme, not quite the same thing each time, but similar.

Go and visit the others at OctPoWriMo!

Enjoy!

Love in Sight

Quiet,

I sit here in

silence, here where only 

whispers speak, as I wait for mine.

Patiently upon this bench I now sit

for the return of my beloved one.

We can travel worlds together

arms holding to pages

ink stained fingers

Quiet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Passionate Words

Words create warmth

warmth of spirit

spirit suddenly alive

alive with passion.

Like a lover's touch

touch my heart

heart is breaking

breaking apart without.

An intimacy built

built with words

words that define

define the known world.

That after a moment

moment to catch one's breath

breath in and out

out of the moment.

Great is their power

power is a control

control is what happens

happens after the words are said

After all is said

said to me these endearments

endearments that I say

say, they are  powerful.

Yet written within these tomes

tomes long ago preserved

preserved by the guardians

guardians of words and meaning.

Teachers are some

some are Librarians

Librarians, they stand watch

watch as I write.

The final chapter penned

penned are the tender thoughts

thoughts that I've made real

real are the books upon the shelves.