|Posted by Michele Zurlo on February 13, 2011 at 5:08 AM|
I thought it fitting to end this weeklong tribute to love with some poetic talk. Poetry isn’t easy to write, at least the kind that uses more than cheap rhymes and absurd situations. Like poetry, love isn’t easy either. But then, if it was easy, we wouldn’t want it so much, would we?
Please welcome Erin M. Leaf, Larion Wills, Frances Pauli,and Natalie R-G as they talk about the poetry of love.
Erin M. Leaf
I write romance because I'm continually looking to fall in love, again and again. That initial zing, the danger, the trembling vulnerability and anticipation? Amazing. Then, after all that ends, you get to snuggle up with the person with whom you feel most at home. I wrote a poem a few years ago that pretty much sums it all up:
We’re broken open, our imperfect sky
flecked with stars, meteors, wings,
impalpable from here, as though a wry
god entangled all those fragile strings
and stepped away. Abandoned angels walk,
toss off their halos. Some do not survive
the alteration of their world, though shock
can be less startling than the joy. Some drive
around, the Milky Way impossible
to find within the cities. Maybe that
is why we kiss, make invisible
promises. We’re driven to combat
catastrophe. The loss of what we’ve known.
We choose to love because it feels like home.
Larriane AKA Larion Wills
Say I love you with a red rose.
When you think of the language of flowers so you think of the Victorian era and florigraphy? Or do you think back further to the ancient Greeks or perhaps a Turkish harem? Flowers, and using them to express feelings, have been around for a long, long time. Queen Victoria made leaning those meanings all the fad in dear old England and all the proper young ladies studied to not only learn more than one way to say I love you, but to express degrees and conditions as well. Would you rather say it in some other way other than a red rose? A red chrysanthemum means the same. Or something other than just I love you? A secret love, perhaps? Try a yellow acacia. For a pure love, a red carnation. To express a woman’s love rather than a man’s, a pink carnation. True Love, forget-me-nots. To express the bonds of love, honeysuckle. Lilacs for the first emotions of love or primroses for young love. Just think what a lovely bouquet could be put together trying to say it all at once. Wait, let’s stick in some rosemary for remembrance and juniper for protection. To end, I’ve just got to mention one last one, especially if it’s for a wedding bouquet; we have to add an ancient Greek tradition of hawthorn as a symbol of conjugal union.
Love is different things to different people and different between different people. I think "in love" is what we immediately think of, but loving someone is deeper and longer lasting than that initial crazed, dizziness of "falling."
That's the textbook answer. So how come we're all so addicted to the falling?:-) Any romance reader can tell you, it's the dizziness that draws us in and leaves us breathless—at least on the page. That falling is a powerful thing, and in fiction, we can sustain it and
relive it over and over again.
I write romance for the same reason that I read it. I'm addicted to falling in love. In real life, that happens rarely and is often transmutated into being in love, which is a different animal entirely. So by writing and reading romance, I can feed that addiction, that passion for the spark and sparkle of love and attraction.
Natalie R-G, romance novel aficionado
I just love love stories. They are full of the possibilitiesand risks and passion that I think everyone dreams of having in their ownlives.
From Michele: I hope you enjoyed The Steam Room's celebration of love in honor of Valentine's Day. I think some of my favorite posts happened this week. What do you think? Leave a comment below.
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