Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
The measure of Love
Watching them, side by side,
seated in the corner of the function hall
comfortably positioned - and farthest
from the deafening volcanic eruptions
of Heavy Metal.
It's their grandson's wedding soiree
and he looks so much like his grandfather
when he pledged his troth,
though fashions have changed
and the music's louder.
Then relief, as older and more
familiar strains fill the hall.
He touches her hand
and she touches his shoulder
to brush some down from his jacket
as they move towards the dance floor.
But the respite is brief
when heavy metal resumes.
Unpretentious in their smiles
as they survey the young;
the neatly dressed and the nearly dressed,
ululating and undulating
in rhythm with the music;
sharing the meaning of the lyrics
which only youth can discern.
So young, so beautiful, so talkative,
so many joys to experience,
so unaware of trials to come,
disappointments, worries.
Then they will know Love,
when a touch is enough.
|
|
|
|