Posts Tagged ‘birth’

Why Do I Love You? Romantic Free Verse Love Letter

July 14, 2016

With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(Written around 1996 to my wife.)
For ___ mi Schatz

Why do I love you?
The reasons seem clear to me, though
I know you, scanning the mirror,
do not always see face to face
as I do you.

Or you would know that,
as a friend, I love you as my chief,
nay, sole, confidant,the only person
to whom I can, or want, to tell my
secret desires, whims, fantasies
and dreams.

But more, you are my therapist,
helping me visualize dreams
I never knew I had,
Bringing them into focus
for us to grasp together;
helping me solve — and survive —
the problems and delusions of life.

You are my intimate, and have taught me
that joy shared is Joy realized.
Before you, fun was BeachBoySurfSand.
Now, it is rapture, bliss, joy complete,
no matter how small
(watching a sunset together)
or how climatic and grandiose
(the birth of our children).
It has taken on a synergy, where
the sum of the experience
does not measure up to the total
because you share it with me.

I love you because you give
and give, and give, and give
and though I wish you would take more,
I cannot ignore what you give
and endow so freely.

I love you because of the gift of life
you gave and are giving daily, not only
to our children
but to me.
Your selfless sacrifice
helps me accomplish
what I need to feel of worth.

Dare I say it? I love you
as a paramour
(though technically, they are only men).
You are not afraid
of dalliances with your husband,
of sending him chocolates and a dozen
red roses … or of offering your moist red roses to him, whether wrapped —
in white silk, scarlet or lace midnight —
or unwrapped, surrounded only by
your sweet perfume.
As my ship of state of mind
is battered and tossed
on the angry world seas,
you are not afraid to grab me,
pull me down and provide my anchor.

I love you for your physical beauty,
and for the extra that your spirit adds.
I gaze at you in wonder, often, because
you are so comely.
Every part of you blends exquisitely
with every other part
and then
— like frosting on a cake —
your spirit exalts the physical
to radiant perfection.

I love you because of your intellect.
Your sagacity puts into new perspective
ideas and thoughts that have confounded
the so-called wise men of our time
and ages past.
I delight in your acumen,
in our long talks together,
when I try to intellectually ramble
and you adjust, provide commentary, and
summarize in a neat, tidy package.

And I’m continually amazed at
your ability to innovate,
to think new thoughts,
and to present them flawlessly.
You’ve given me many more insights
and much more knowledge
than any of my previous so-called
intellectual friends.
Compared to you
they were like the dew
before the mid-day sun.

I love you for your gracious nature,
for your courteous, cordial,
genteel ways,
for the grace with which you carry
yourself
and for the dignity I receive when
I am with you.

Lastly — because it is
the Alpha and Omega
of our Existence —
I love you for your sanctified nature,
not only for the godly part of you
that find nuances of the SPirit
I’ve never experience and makes them
part of our thoughts,
but more,
I love you
for the spirituality you bring into
our home,
our relationship,
my life.

And so you can see …

I do love you, and though
I cannot let you see your grace, beauty
and spirit
through my eyes, yet,
perhaps,
I can polish the mirror
so you may see more clearly
until that day when we both
will see ourselves
and each other
face to face
and know
even as we are known.
Love, _______ dein David

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This Fits To A T: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry

May 12, 2013

You were the mother
of my escape,
of the start
of the birth
of my
(as yet unfinished)
self-discovery journey.

It was you
who set my feet on the path
that opened up my soul
and my heart
and my mind
to what could be
and should be
and now,
increasingly,
is.

Birth Life Sickness Life Death Life: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 2, 2012

Birth, life, sickness, life,/
death, life. They all intersect/
in and make our lives.

Does Muse Birth Poetry? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 6, 2011

Are my words truly/
that good, or is poet’ry born/
because Muse moves me?

Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

March 9, 2011

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.

What Needs To Stop: Romantic Blogging Poetry

March 7, 2011

What needs to stop?

It’s not the texts,
the emails,
the IMs,
the phone calls,
the discoveries,
the visits,
the experiences,
different and unique,
which need to stop.

It’s the ridiculousness,
the fighting with yourself,
the non-acceptance of what is,
the ignoring of being,
the talking yourself out of
what you could have and
what you desire,
the silliness
of all that self-ignoring,
the snuffing out of dream’s
bright flame;
that’s what needs to cease.

You’ve written me for months
about how you can’t.
Maybe it’s just time
to accept
that you can.

To remember
the passion,
the compassion,
the blossoming,
the growth,
the discovery,
the newness of things
never before experienced,
the coming alive.

You fight against
birthing
your soul,
as though
a mother-to-be
could cross her legs
and prevent
the existence
of a new person.

The leg crossing
had to happen
long before
the creation;
well prior to
the gestation
ending.

You have
tried to ignore
the discovery,
uncovery,
expansion
and birth
of a new you.

It’s time stop trying
to stop
the inevitable,
to welcome a new life,
to let
that birth,
though difficult
and covered with goo,
just happen,
so you can
just be.

To realize what is
waiting
there for you,

And then do.

17 Years Ago This Morning: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

August 21, 2010

Congratulations/
and mirth/
on the birth/
of your son/
number one!/

Though not always fun,/
hasn’t it been worth/
every second of/
insane/
pain/
and love?