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  • Love Is A Painting I've Never Seen

    Love is a painting I’ve never seen,

    It’s a song I've never heard.

    Though I've been to a million galleries,

    And hummed two hundred verse.



    Love is a step I’ve never learned!

    Though I can dance, in ballrooms and street corners,

    So quick my shoestrings burn.




    Love is a joke I’ve never been told,

    Though I’ve laughed every day so the lines on my face,

    Make me look a hundred years old.



    Love is a fire I’ve never felt,

    Though I’ve set alight to the woods,

    Love is a card I’ve never been dealt,

    And I’ve played longer than I should,



    Love is a film I’ve never watched,

    An exclusive neighborhood,

    Though I’ve toured through every city stop,

    And know all of Hollywood.



    Love is a season, an hour, a time,

    A second, precisely, when it’s here, bells will chime,


    Now I’ve seen many days,

    Some miraculous, mundane,


    But I’ve never seen love,


    So I guess I’ll just…


    Wait?
    ThomasMcMahon
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    Last edited by ThomasMcMahon; 11-29-2016, 01:55 PM.

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    ThomasMcMahon
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    ThomasMcMahon you poured your self into this write and there is a lot to Love!

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  • #3
    This made me smile especially the Hollywood part. I'm glad you posted it.

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    • #4
      A sequence of affecting metaphors with a lyric feel. Got me thinking that the poet must know something of love; one sees its contours through his words that surround its absence.

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    • #5
      I agree with Grant. Perhaps he is still waiting for one very particular form? Nicely done Thomas - welcome to the Rhymezone!

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      • ThomasMcMahon
        ThomasMcMahon
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        ThomasMcMahon commented
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        I think you hit the nail on the head... I wasn't really aware of that until you pointed it out. There is one particular, elusive form that the poet (me) is waiting for.

    • #6
      Thomas I LOVE this. Seriously been there and can relate times seven. Ooo and I love this stanza:

      Love is a fire I’ve never felt,

      Though I’ve set alight to the woods,

      Love is a card I’ve never been dealt,

      And I’ve played longer than I should,


      Seriously amazing. Read it like four times and it still keeps getting better. I have yet to stop.

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    • #7
      Hi, Thomas, Welcome to RZ! I enjoyed your poem, especially the ending! One simple, yet pregnant word to bring resolution to the burning question... where is love?

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      • #8
        Wow, quite a ride! Questions by someone who knows generally what they want but can't find the specific, but much better told. Well done, Thomas!

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        • #9
          What a flow!

          Love the style and diction, the question left to pleading at the end.

          Really enjoyed this!

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