For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Happy,” “Sad,” “Angry,” or well, there’s a universe of emotions out there. Here’s a list of some possibilities.
Robert Lee Brewer's Original Post.
(a mostly found poem)
ReplyDeleteindifference
not hate, is the true opposite of love.
hate takes strong feelings. indifference is
aloof unemotional diffident
uncommunicative superior
dispassionate impartial nonchalant
apathetic nonpartisan detached
supercilious stoical unmoved
disinterested distant unimpressed
impervious inattentive neutral
equitable uncaring unconcerned
unresponsive unsympathetic cool
haughty heartless uninvolved passionless
objective scornful silent
unprejudiced blasé heedless
unaroused unbiased highbrow listless
regardless callous unsocial cold
I forgot to mention how this "poem" came about. I decided to write a poem basically expressing what the title and first two lines do. Do I went to thesaurus.com and typed in "indifference." The results were so poetic I decided to use them, only rearranging the words for syllable count and impact.
DeleteI remember being told at a young age, probably even earlier than high school, that hate was not the opposite of love - that hate is another form of passionate caring - and that indifference was truly the opposite of love. I know this is true - and yet, I think believing it kept me in a marriage longer than I should have remained: I reasoned that feeling that much hate "proved" I still love him! What I think I have learned is that there's no logic involved in emotion, no matter how hard we try!
Deleteo true and I wouldn't have thought of this before. which is why when describing some relationships they are defined as love/hate - two intense emotions but not really opposite... yes indifference fits much better.
DeleteInteresting emotion to pick, I wouldn't have thought of it as an emotion, but yet, I suppose...
ReplyDeleteLove
ReplyDeleteLove is a many splendored thing,
or a little kid that's on the wing
or else a sweet romantic fling,
and yet, my love is
that which I live to give
and give to live.
Love is the very song I sing
love is for sure my everything,
and I am sure of just one thing
to those I love, that love I bring
and give to all most heartily
is freely given joyfully.
Your poems keep making me want to follow with Beatles songs, "All you need is love! Love is all you need."
DeleteThis is beautiful - both in content and in style! Thank you.
Deletewhat the world needs now is love sweet love... very sweet poem
DeletePeace
ReplyDeletelilies,
stylized propaganda,
be with you.
much more,
a brother.
no lamb slain,
ideas free.
LOL. Tasha said she didn't think of indifference as an emotion. I thought the same thing with Peace. I guess it's actually "indifferent" and "peaceful" that are the emotions but hell, we're poets and along with that goes a poetic license. LOL
DeleteRight on! I have a guaranteed for life poetic license, how about you?
DeleteI have often heard people describe feeling at peace and this poem takes you there quite wonderfully
DeleteI could have sworn I posted this yesterday:
ReplyDeleteWell, let me try AGAIN! Another emotion is beginning to well up in me - directed against the technology of course!
ReplyDeleteFacts are solid.
unlike emotions –
will-‘o-the-wisps
lurking, welling up
at odd moments
causing chaos
for the unprepared.
Facts are definable.
A father is a male parent.
Definable –
You can see him coming home
after work, hat pushed back,
smiling when he sees you.
Emotions spill
all over the place,
happysadworriedlove
all mixed together.
Facts are protection
from pain and grief.
He fell the flight of stairs,
concussion, long coma,
death from pneumonia.
A common occurrence,
you can research it online.
Emotions trip you up
when you’re least prepared.
Get in the car, remember
to adjust the rearview mirror,
suddenly you remember
his teaching you to drive
and tears well up, spill over
before you can stop them.
Emotions linger
in the smell of Old Spice,
taste of homemade pancakes,
grandsons’ shared memory
of walks in the woods.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
wow! this certainly filled me with a lot of different emotions as I read.. wonderful!
DeleteHopeful Signs
ReplyDeletePeek out of the cloud
eyes right, eyes left
sniff the air for clues
If I begin, when I begin
what to do.
.
The paperwork is mostly done
a mountain of it
and now hope like
clarity beginning to form
as the clouds part a little
the rain lets up
a few green shoots emerge
love love love the imagery of this one!
DeleteAnnoyed!
ReplyDeleteWhen this topic posted I thought I'd try
to write about happiness or love or joy
but all I wanted to do was yell and cry
I felt so angry and annoyed!
A nurse walked in on my in bathroom
said she wanted to see if I was okay
and she continued to fill my time with gloom
as she annoyed me throughout the day!
Gave me a bath I didn't want - I can do it alone
gave me instructions on getting back into bed
moved the table so I couldn't reach my phone
yes all day she continued to mess with my head!
got my IV tube tangled in the cord in the wall
so I was tangled and prisoner until I got it undone
I swear she stood outside my door in the hall
a sick and weird form of fun!
When my dinner arrived I looked out the door
to make sure she was nowhere in sight
went to the sink to wash my hands once more
turned around and my dinner she'd opened that night.
When they came in to take my blood pressure
I wasn't surprised to see 180 on the screen
this woman really needs a refresher
course on how not to be stupid and mean!