A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
What makes a poem romantic? Having experienced heartbreak. With experience to have loved and lost, a romantic poem can be realized. It’s not lip service she needs. It’s not promises he’ll make. It’s nothing deliberate but a willingness. Messages from destined hearts deliver when eyes first meet, described by the brain to lungs that quick seize. If you know the liberation in a moment serendipity makes, all is possible with time apart and a clutched pen bleeding, ’til again… Can you really cheat a reader in that construct, pouring all vision of romantic desire to finally embrace the hand that receives yours eternal? A broken heart is mended every day, for the writer that can conceive. It’s not for the light-hearted or sport to loosely play with another, unless you’re into that kind of thing. ![]() What makes a poem romantic? Me. (never mince words) ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Something will make your heart grow three sizes one day. ![]() Hold onto love’s memory as long as possible, as romance can be fleeting. Take it from a dreamer dwelling into latest hours, harnessing words of love captured, letting them free again. Love is not possession. Romance is obsession. And what do I know of romance? Not a thing. Let it be mysterious. A good romantic poem is oddly delusional, yet easily conceivable to a convincible reader. 4.20.25 Not originally intended as poem… Don’t listen to this writer. Listen to the palpitations thundering in your chest. But to be sure, consult Robert Palmer’s doctor… We still haven’t learned what makes a poem romantic? You may never, without information from that red organ in your chest. Can I go now? I’m sick of myself. Yuck! ![]() Romance is a good tux for the appropriate soirée and season. Or, dazzling, flowing evening gown, with someone to check that clutch. |