From time to time, I uncover an older post and give it another chance in the spotlight. As I am not very creative at the moment, I thought it was time to do so again. This was originally only my second poetry posting. First posted on the 9th of February 2007 with Valentine's Day just round the corner, I chose "Love" as the theme; but it was love viewed through the eyes of a scientist and the heart of a believer. My inspiration had been the stories of strength, joy and struggle that have been found on many of the blogs that I visit. Thank you.
Love is but just a word that signifies a state of being,
Not a physical reality but a feeling that is fleeting.
Just chemicals in our blood that send our senses reeling
Its hormones and pheromones to which we are reacting.
The purpose of the bond, is for the sake of reproduction.
It’s sex and not love that drives the species propagation.
Your heart may grow fond, but its just a chemical reaction.
Love is nothing more than a tool in the course of evolution.
A mother’s sacrificial love, which we elevate as pure,
Is but a selfish act and nothing, nothing more.
A mother’s driven to protect her offspring, sure.
But it’s to protect her genes, that she does it for.
For Science when applied with all brains and no heart
It cannot understand, cannot measure, quantify nor even start,
In a world of logic and sense, love has no part,
It needs to run free, chose its own master, follow its own path.
There is no reasoning for the choices Love makes,
For it might find beauty in what others see misshaped,
Looking beyond skin and physique, the soul it celebrates
It reaches far beyond just the need to succeed, to pro-create.
A mother is justly proud of children strong and smart,
Yet the weakest and the smallest also shares in equal part,
The love that she can give, the strength that she imparts,
To see them through shattered dreams and broken hearts.
A man and a woman with a lifetime to share,
Have hopes and dreams and a plan to get there,
Yet illness may shatter plans, and one may need care.
Love keeps the other willing to serve, cherish and bear.
The mysteries of Love continue to unfold
Why some lovingly raise another’s child as their own
Taking on problems, many would wish to forgo
It’s not about selfish genes, unlike what we’ve been told.
As we transverse across the tapestry of time
An amazing love will like occasional jewels shine.
The ultimate sacrifice, the fate of two lives entwined,
One giving that the other may live, a mirror of love divine
How then do we measure Love’s length, breadth and height
Or give account of its strength and might.
It is from God, to love with His love, to see with His sight,
A gift that allows man to rise up into the light.
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17 comments:
Beautiful....thanks LGS for posting it again, because it was "pre knowing LGS" for me.
Hope you are feeling better, you are in my prayers my friend.
i think you've got a real thing going there. i love your use of rhymes ~ v creative (and you know how cheesy bad rhyming can be!)
excellent stuff! and I'm speaking as a former wouldbe poet myself!
Wow LGS I am totally impressed so beautiful and true. You are multi talented.
Your poem is beautiful, as is the picture you chose to illustrate it. I hope your pain is close to bearable. (cute wheelchair dude).
Nice. It's not often one sees a poem about love based on science. Very clever.
From a technical eye B-, from the eye of a poet, one to another, the final stanza wraps it together very nicely. A. If done well in a slam...9
Peace
mark
Beautifully written Lgs - lovely to see rhyming poetry since it seems to be a thing of the past nowadays. Delighted you reposted.
A really great poem. I loved it. Thanks for the reprint.
ruth,
Thanks for the prayers. I am better.
gledwood,
From one would be poet to another, thanks.
marja,
Thanks. Hope you are feeling better too.
tsduff,
Thanks. My pain is much reduced to be replaced with the torture of catching up with piles of work.
geewits,
It is kind of what they teach you in science. I took up biochemistry and they would like to explain everything through chemical reactions.
mark,
Thanks. Hope your recent treatment went well.
janice,
Rhyming was relatively easy but I realise that my stanza structure was all over the place but I couldn't solve that. I'm not that good.
dr. john,
as always, I appreciate your encouraging words.
I love the poem. I'm glad you resurrected it. I should do the same for those off weeks when I have nothing to share.
I think this was worth a rerun LGS. I have not been by for a bit so let me add my good wishes for your swift recovery. It sounds as if your problem has been brutal.
Take care,jmb
Janice...yep the rhyming school has moved on to a new school (paragraphical prose or open ended verse with line breaks setting the meter). *shrug* nature of the beast.
Slam poetry though still uses a lot of rhyme but it is more open ended in some communities of poets, switching back and forth between rhyme and non rhyme in the same piece because the voice and it's use is paramount to the predominant hip-hop tone of most slammers. (never could really get the hang of that)
It is simply the evolution of poetry, which like all art goes through schools of thought as to what is right for the artist at the moment.
Yet like most great art the rhyming schools of Frost (strict constructionist) and Guest (never seemed to stretch for a rhyme even when he was.) Are still out there and available in many places if that is your preference.
But it was Carl Sandburg (contemporary with Frost, they despised each other) who widely led the "free verse" movement which brought written poetry eventually through three or four schools to todays more raucous style.
Peace
TWM
ruth d,
I got the idea to do re-runs from a couple of other bloggers. Generally, the comments have been positive.
jmb,
Always nice to see your cute doggie face here. I am over the worst of the pain now. What remains is manageable but lingering.
mark (TWM),
I presume you are having a conversation with Janice about poetry and I need not interject. It's all way above my head anyway! :)
peace.
The Dictionary.
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