We Learn To Love

Day 24 NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo and the prompt/assignment is to write an elegy, but with a hopeful note. . I am writing in haste as I have a plane to catch and LabelLit to offer to people at Knock airport. Still, I am dedicated to this self-assigned write a poem a day task.So, in brief:

We Learn to Love

 

From bud to blossom to fruit,

a tree will not give us apples

if not regularly pruned.

 

We learn to love what we love

even though it shall pass away

beyond our sight.

 

The cuckoo comes. And then it goes,

journeying back to Africa

until it comes the following year.

 

What shall pass away

will come again

if we have enough keen sight.

 

Even as standing stones eventually

fall back into the barrow of ground,

a monument to we know not what.

 

We learn to love what we love

despite leaves falling from the trees

and winter’s astringent bite.

 

We learn to love what we love,

what is beyond our sight.

 

Copyright © 2018 Bee Smith

 

 

Beauty and the Beholder

Day 21 of NaPoWriMo/GloMoWriMo and I do sometimes feel the tiredness of the marathon runner. I didn’t notice it so much in NapoWriMo2017. Perhaps I have kept more studiously to the Poem a Day prompts in NaPoWriMo2018? I certainly have felt stretched into less comfortable poetic places on more days than last year. I have been busier, not able to lavish as much time on the product as last year, too. I worry about being a bit slap dash or hackneyed.

Today’s prompt looks at the myth of Narcissus. Here goes:


Behold

Even narcissi
shall wither and die.

The mirror never really
lies.

It may be open
to interpretation,

bit wind ravages
even that flirtation.

The cold will bow shoulders,
making  you look older.

Sunshine betrays more detail.
it’s not  so easy to evade

the echo  of the beauty,
the cause for sighs.

They do say it’s in the ‘I’
of the beholder.

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith