Well, it’s only natural that the topic for this week should be “love.” I decided to offer up one serious piece and one not-so-serious (make that totally irreverent) piece. I’m sure you’ll be able to decide which is which. And you might as well hop over to “A Dash of Sunny” and take part in this week’s challenge.
LOVE RUNS THROUGH ME
Like a stream running through the mountains,
Like a cool wind sweeping o’er the plains,
Like a river rushing to the ocean,
Like blood coursing through the veins,
Like a current running through a cable,
Like a song swirling through the mind,
Like inspiration flowing through the poet,
Like compassion coursing through the kind,
So love for you is running through my soul,
Super-charging me; causing me to grow,
Reminding me that loving makes us whole.
VALEDICTION TO A PASSING LOVE
I have not loved you well,
Nor have I loved you long.
So it is with no strong regret
I sing this parting song.
Your passage through my life
Has barely touched my soul,
So mourning will not weigh me down.
In fact, I feel quite whole.
Adieu, my love, adieu.
I bid you fond goodbye.
And at your grave, for memory’s sake,
A few tears I will cry.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers 100-Word challenge was hard for me. I just couldn’t get “connected” with those antique cars. But finally, thanks to Orville and Julie-Bell, I managed to come up with something. If you’d like to join the fun follow the link and get the details.
My story is below Al’s photo prompt.
“Orville! Stop pretending we’re out of gas, and get me home!”
“But – ”
“Stop. Aunt Pearl always said never trust any man who drives a crank-up machine with no top.”
“Oh, Julie-Bell … Honey,” Orville cooed, wrapping his arms around her. “Just one little kiss.”
Julie squirmed, blushed, fluttered her eyelids. “Well …”
“That’s my girl.”
Just as Orville’s lips settled firmly in place, the sky burst open, and drenched the lovers.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Julie wailed.
Orville hopped out and went to crank the motor. “Well, at least I can skip the cold shower when I get home.”
My love for you, dear one, is infinite.
You cannot measure it in pounds or inches.
Math equations can’t unlock its depth.
Its volume goes beyond the range of liters,
And years and centuries fall short of accuracy.
In truth, there’s just no way to estimate
How vast and how eternal what I feel.
All I can say is that when this life ends,
I’ll still be loving you with all I am.
And on into infinity, the same.
You say you just can’t trust my love is true.
So I am meditating what to do.
Somehow, I think there’s no convincing you
That I’m the faithful type all through and through.
How to forestall your fears I wish I knew,
I’ve had myself in such a miserable stew.
But I’ve brought it down to this: Here’s what I’d do.
I’d cross the desert on a three-legged mule for you.
And if that’s not good enough, my dear — I’m through!
~~~ Okay, I know it’s a ridiculous poem, but I didn’t get started until late in the afternoon, and it’s the best I could come up with. If you want to participate in today’s prompt, drop in at The Daily Post.