Love (Not A Word, But A Picture)
by PoeticallyObsessed (Member) - published: September 26, 2009
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Category - Poetry
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With sadness I wrote music and anger poetry
With love my pens have run dry but my mind filling with memories
When I think love and happiness blank pages come to mind
These things are more than just paper, pens and words.
They are everyday paintings, images in action
Like every little movement with the wind
It’s unpredictable and you can only guess which direction it will blow
My thoughts run for hours on how I feel
But sounding it out never feels right
Like humming the course in a song
It will never sound like what it truly means
So when they say there are no words for love
It’s because love isn’t a word, it’s a picture

------
Kenneth D. Woodard

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The following comments are for "Love (Not A Word, But A Picture)"
by PoeticallyObsessed

not a word
I liked the poem but I think I would have liked it more if you had broken down the long verses into word group images.

Like this maybe.

With sadness I wrote
Music and anger poetry
With love my pens
Run dry
My mind filling with memories
When I think love and happiness
Blank pages come to mind
These are more
Than paper,
Than Pens and words.
They are everyday paintings,
Images in action...

You have a solid poetic voice - just take some risks with form and see what comes of it. Just my view.
Nice job.
Thank you!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: September 26, 2009 )

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