This is outstanding, Curt. It sounds to me like something Kerouac might have written. It needs voice, I think — but then, I think that of damn near everything — except a whole bunch of things I’ve heard on the radio and TV that should never have been heard by anyone. I do have my limits. There’s only one good thing about those things: I can turn them off. Now this, this is good very beautiful. It sings without the music. I could feel the need, the longing and the heartbreak. Excellent work, my friend.

This is some serious juice of a lexiphile! Gonna be sighing on this one for days…

“vivid as wildflowers” I might steal this line sometime! This beats for me as a song, it has the rhyme and the musical tune, and I can’t help but to remember “wind of change” yes the 80th song, because all I can think of is this poem being a revolutionary song and since the title is “Love” it even holds more power, great poem my friend, it radiates with enthusiastic energy.

Well, I am glad I found you here, my friend. You are so welcome here and your voice is needed to give this piece the additional life it can have. Your words are very powerful, and I feel the song in it before you have given it that extra bit of life. So well written. I had no idea you were a revolutionary. Curt. Outstanding work! I look forward to hearing it. Please alert me when it is done.

Your poem is amazing, absolutely amazing, dear Curt! To me love isn’t a feeling, it’s a state of being. When you become love, you will be the wildflower, the deep blue ocean and the bird song, the world needs to feel, hear and see to develop. By being the personification of love you help the whole world to become a better place!
The rhythm and flow of your poem is superb, it calls out for becoming a song.

Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).