Love Again....

Love Again....

A Chapter by DIVYA
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Reasoning with myself....

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Why murder it, then weep
On an embellished corpse?
Why forge it into verse
So the fudging never stops?

Does it not spurt unbidden
From aquifers in the heart?
Before its soul be pruned
And given names like art

Can a boundless ocean be
Gathered in a graven pot?
This sea is sailed on a speck
There's no linking the dots

May feelings as artless frogs
Spring from a dewy firmament?
Like eels that wriggle out
From the tightest encasement

Can you leak, ooze, bleed it out
With the pulse, until death?
Before spewing it in rhymes
From a sweetly scented breath

Can it be a bitty blurb
Just not from a skillful pen?
Not lifted to a craft
Just felt like love again


© 2021 DIVYA


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"Why murder it, then weep.....", so true, DIVYA. That line itself speaks of so many things that we touch selfishly and take for granted, whether that be love or simply pouring emotions out on the page. We have a natural propensity to destroy what we create or desire by either ignorance or bludgeoning it endlessly to death with a careless hand. And afterwards we have the nerve to weep at what we lost? Love, poetry or anything of worth should be cherished and handled like a delicate porcelain doll of diamonds, else we shall destroy the value and sanctity of what we have. This is a wonderful piece of introspection and personal reasoning that I am sure helped you reach your own personal conclusions. I loved it! 💛

Posted 12 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

I did reach my conclusions my friend and that was to weigh every word i write with what I feel. Writ.. read more



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Has the sound of one of the 17th century English poets. Very well rhymed, and with unique imagery and deep insight. I dare say this one could have held its own at the court of James the First.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

11 Months Ago

*Bows gracefully, so happily*
I love this review dear John. Thank you so much for the awesome.. read more
Writing with the heart is the only true measure of poetic expression I don't remember where I read this first but it was an article about what poetry... is:) it is a perspective I have always agreed with form frame rhyme meter, etc they are all just tools, you can wield these tools like a zen master and not write a lick of poetry but you can not use any of those tools and write splendid poetry this is... just my opinion of course. but to write from your heart... true, that is the greatest gift you can give to yourself and the world. I honestly believe this applies to all forms of artistic expression

Posted 11 Months Ago


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DIVYA

11 Months Ago

So true, dear Bunny!

you can wield these tools like a zen master and not write a lic.. read more
Love and poetry go hand in hand; they almost share a symbiotic relationship; writing of love and writing for the love of writing itself. In many respects it is what makes the difference between writers in general. It is easy to decipher simply by reading which writers spurt words from the aquifers of their heart and which others create from a very different wellspring. Sometimes the love of the craft is so easily identified, even if the "art" itself is not very well crafted. Though, what passes for "art" nowadays can be vigorously disputed. It's a term I find is thrown around like a ragdoll to excuse any perceived lack of literary nous. Your questioning of the terms throughout this poem is suggestive of an introspective mind when it comes to writing. I feel it is something we all question, but having read your poesy, i believe your art spurts from the right aquifer and your poetry is all the better for that. It's an interesting and well written poem, DIVYA. Questioning the process will only make us better writers. Very well done! :))

Posted 12 Months Ago


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DIVYA

12 Months Ago

I can't thank you for this brilliant analysis and thoughtful review of this poem. The term 'art' is .. read more
Full of extraordinary creative lines if that doesn't sound too patronising. An excellent piece that allowed me entrance to somme of my own thoughts as a reader.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

Absolutely not patronizing! Thank you very much for the great review. Sometimes introspection can le.. read more
Yes it can to all of them. This a wonderfully questioning piece. I think now of all times this poem is so poignant as the world will be moving largely to creative paths for most seeking jobs and personal significance. Loved this very much.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

Thank so much for appreciating this poem. Creativity is great for growth, personal and professional.. read more
Crowley

12 Months Ago

Totally agree....
My unique talented Divya✨ how I do find myself within your heartfelt sincere wonderfully written words~ why a rhythm, when the beating heart is the sincerest one? why a rhyme when each warm breath makes it perfect? why forms when nothing more touching than a loving pen dances over the page? let it be written by/with/for love... let the rhythms beat with the breathtaking awe of love... and I love You, and your unique pen💕

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DIVYA

12 Months Ago

Thanks a lot my dear friend. Coming from poet such as you its such an honor for me! I agree with AJ .. read more
Well, this is brilliant...The "it" could fit into many scenarios...the "it" could refer to love.
I see the "it" as poetry...
even if "not lifted to a craft" it is still very much alive, has a pulse...is the beat of the poet, no matter what level.
When poets get ripped by other poets, so called staunch critics, who are the clueless ones?
Poetry is from the heart and gut---although some form poetry is more make up than break up.
The skill starts with baring the feelings. And we all matter, despite the level of work.
We are all voices...the skill eventually rises the more we write...I know I murder it quite often, then fudge...then embellish...we all do.
thank you for this poem DIVYA,
What a way to start my day!
my V-8 and this write.
j.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

I found a letter yesterday. One that I wrote, perhaps in another lifetime. So simply worded and ye.. read more
Dear DIVYA, this is my second attempt at reviewing you. Ten minutes ago my response was lost in the ether. This site is really misbehaving. Your opening line really spoke to me. It reminded me of people I have known who have indeed murdered love. By continually testing it they have killed it. Love means so many different things to different people. One thing I know is, if you go out looking for it, you won't find it. It finds you. I am reminded too that it is not all scent and roses, often it blood and gore. Thank you for posting your wonderful work. All good wishes.

Chris

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

Thank you so much dear Chris! Yes, love finds us and tests us too. One murders the innocence of rela.. read more
I loved the message here. Love should flow naturally and that's when it feels the best. Writing about it should feel spontaneous too. Well said Ms. Divya.

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

Thank you dear AJ. Your review is appreciated so much! Looking forward to your next 10 words :)
"Why murder it, then weep.....", so true, DIVYA. That line itself speaks of so many things that we touch selfishly and take for granted, whether that be love or simply pouring emotions out on the page. We have a natural propensity to destroy what we create or desire by either ignorance or bludgeoning it endlessly to death with a careless hand. And afterwards we have the nerve to weep at what we lost? Love, poetry or anything of worth should be cherished and handled like a delicate porcelain doll of diamonds, else we shall destroy the value and sanctity of what we have. This is a wonderful piece of introspection and personal reasoning that I am sure helped you reach your own personal conclusions. I loved it! 💛

Posted 12 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

12 Months Ago

I did reach my conclusions my friend and that was to weigh every word i write with what I feel. Writ.. read more

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