LOVE POEM

 

Here's another old poem, it comes from my fourth collection All Yesterday's Tomorrows, from 2018. It was written in response to a request from my sister-in-law for a poem to celebrate her 25th wedding anniversary.

LOVE POEM

On the roof of the garage,

opposite my bedroom window,

from out of an abandoned sandbag,

I watched two poppies

explode into blood red beauty.

Love can erupt anywhere,

and if we are blessed it will stay.

It may not be easy, the soil too thin,

the sun and rain cappricious,

but love will find a way.

What I think works well in this poem is that it takes a well known symbol and instead of linking it to war and suffering celebrates love. This month I'm posting everyday to give the blog some weight.

Here's Anna Ternheim, with Summer Rain.

Until next time.