Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Little Love
I am competing this weekend in Poetry Interpretation, so I thought I might write about my poem that I won second in the state with. The poem is Little Love and it is a complex poem that consists of many different perspectives on the emotion love. Love is silent, yet sweet and powerful through the song and acts of nature. First it depicts love in nature, then goes to a scottish guy loving his country, and then an Arabian snake charmer who falls in love with his snake. The third perspective is a Desperate Housewife who is in love with apples, but not the actual apple...more like the gift and the idea of the creation of the apple (if that even makes sense). The fourth view point is a little girl falling in love with a rose and how memories are like roses and soon pedal by pedal they will fade away. Finally, the fifth perspective is how the person writting the poem hears a little bird whistling a song and how this song means he or she is in love...the poem takes the individual's emotion and takes it to a court room and basically describes, "I know its love, I will swear it to a fat bumbling shopworn court clerk, and sign my name, it is love." It is such a lovely, delightful poem that actually makes my smile...because obliviously Mr. King thinks I don't have a smile. So here is my question, What is love?
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ahhh I love this post haha, how ironic! Im just a sucker for stuff like this, the poem would make me smile too, I think... anyway, in an idealistic world, love would be just like the movies: sappy, sweet, heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, and utterly romantic. But, in real life, love is so much more complex than that, not that I have any sort of perspective to go off of, but I do have an idea in mind. I guess love is patient and kind (to quote Corinthians). It enables people to truly express themselves openly, without fear of retribution or folly. Love is something that overcomes all truths and lies, and lives through turmoil and devastation. Love likes you even when your moody and mean, or smell bad after a long run. Most of all, love lasts any stretch of time, and is something that is pure and untainted by the outside world (ideally).
ReplyDeleteLove is something that is very complex and I'll come back to this. In this modern society it seems that "true love" or whatever you would like to call it is an object that can't be reached. It seems that now-a-days people associate "love" with physical appearance. This is a corny saying but it's "what's on the inside that counts." When a person truly loves someone, they don't care what that person looks like. Their love cannot be measured by any distance or time and cannot be described by even the greatest of adjectives.
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