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The lovesong of the praying mantis

Posted to Action Poetry

It is difficult to write about love
and say only kind things.

I would rather say, love is a buffoon,
a rattlesnake- that love spits
and hisses bluespikes.

I could lie and say love is magic:
that it is fingers intertwined in other fingers
solidly, two perfectly contented hearts:
but that just wouldn't be true.

There is always a ghost on love's tongue
or some sad worm being crucified.

I loved your response poem, thank you muchly! Look forward to reading more of yours.
very good read.


"the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation - a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us."
~from a letter of Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak