#atozchallenge: L is for Love. I expect this to be a popular word. Love makes the world go 'round, right? In love, one and one are one - Jean Paul SartreI decided to post an original poem I wrote on the subject:
Probability of Love
To differentiate the probability
of love for you
versus a fraction of past loves
subscribe to the condition of insanity
add, subtract, divide
a whim, a dream, a fantasy
a cosine or a tangent
read a lot of words
don’t remember the angle
story arc’s the same
probability of an x
often left to dangle
measurements in microns
days, weeks, and months
factor in a light source
sound, too slow, it’s mush
smile and agree
love’s a graduate course
Some might say, Love itself is a poison. However, today I chose the lovely Lily of the Valley.
White bell shaped flowers should be enjoyed from afar. All parts of the plant are toxic as well as the water in which cut flowers are kept. If ingested, reaction is immediate with severe stomach issues. Sadly, the plant can be mistaken for wild garlic and put into soup. Uh-oh.
We must love one another or die - W.H. Auden
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