Poetry / Love
I love the sound
of glass soda
bottles
clinking together
in a brown
paper bag.
I love the touch
of cold
water
against the back
of my hot
red skin.
I love the sight
of my reflection
in the light
blue eye
of a beautiful
woman.
I love the taste
of fresh
strawberries
picked
with my hands
in my garden.
I love the smell
of warm
stew cooking
after playing
in the cold
wet snow.
I love the joys
of living
in a
flawed
but perfect
world.
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This is a fun and uplifting poem but I don’t think it’s about love so much as it is about the happiness or joy one experiences when certain things occur. To me the title is too broad and too encompassing for what follows. You might title is
‘Happiness Is’ then start each stanza without I love and go right into ‘the sound..’ ‘the taste…’ etc.. Or you might find another way to frame this sweet poem. Kudos to you for such a great outlook on life!
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Pretty cool, because this is kind of your bio in poetry from…if you actually did use things you love. This got me thinking…what would I list? You concentrated on the positives in your life but showed you were aware of the negatives.
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