Poetry has been
called the language of love. And watching my 13-year-old son squirm at the dinner
table during a reading of Song of Solomon tells me this is true. So, here’s a
poem—in February, the time to talk about love—for the person with whom my love
of writing most often competes: my wonderful hubby who never complains when I
squirrel away with my thoughts, taking only a laptop and mug of green tea for
company. Yes, love comes in many forms. Thankfully, they intersect more often
than not!
I Love Writing—
by Dayna E. Mazzuca
it’s what I get to
do
and just because
no one but you
gets to see me—
doesn’t mean I
can’t relate
to things you
mention
celebrate
the juices flowing
in between
our idle chats
that carry back to
the page
you’re reading—
yes our love is
everywhere
and just because
I write and write
doesn’t mean
you never see me.
I'm going to read this to my hubby. :) Thanks, Dayna.
ReplyDeleteWriting often expresses our deepest feelings, especially in poetry. Thanks, Dayna, for sharing this wonderful Valentine poem that you've written for your supportive hubby!
ReplyDeleteI can so identify, Dayna, with your love for writing and your love for your hubby. When our husbands understand and support our writing interests, our love for both--husband and writing--can increase exponentially. I love your poem, which I too must share with the Norwegian. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dayna, for sharing your poem. I relate to your statement that "love comes in many forms. Thankfully, they intersect more often than not! a lovely poem." I'm often amazed at how love's forms intersect!
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