Explain To Me This Love

A poem that needs no introduction

Explain To Me This Love

© 2007   Mark Pearce

  

 

It’s a cool spot in the foundry.

A smile the day it rained.

 

The essence of conundrum

And the inverse of disdain.

 

It leaps upon, like monkeys

And it kisses ‘way the pain.

 

It's love. Unfortunately,

It cannot be explained.

 

 

Author's Note

If you have something to say, please say it.

Reviews

[Tara Jean Olson]

it's Love, and its wonderful, Mark.

[Just Manoosh]

This piece actually "bouces" when spoken out loud, try it. Its directness is effective and very pretty. Love is such a bugger. Mx

[Alexzan Marie]

This is very sweet and short and to the point. The essence of love is inexplainable but I think you did a fine job and got as close, if not closer than any of us who try to do the impossible. I think what makes it more true to life is the fact that you even say that you cannot explain it.

I love it!

[W.k.kortas]

The second stanza is truly wonderful; I found myself saying "Well, yes," to such a succinct, almost concrete, characterization of the inexplicable and unquantifialble. Short, but not truly spare--but certainly without waste or unnecessary ornaments. A very fine piece of work.

[Vanessa Whiteley]

Oh this is charming, I really enjoyed it - a lovely flow to it. I note that you have a tendency to use capitals to begin lines but I think I prefer the modern habit of only using them at the beginning of a sentence. But that is a minor detail.

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

very sweet. Simply written, but it describes one of the most paradoxical emotions, which can be extremely complicated and simple all at once.

[jfk]

oh mark as you know it is....

The thunderous wave
breaking itself over my soul

The leaf seesaw-dancing
from limb to loam.

The infernal itch
That can scratch itself.

Surely that explains it.

[Angel Bird]

This is lovely - funny - philosophic and true! The never ending story, which began with the first creatures on earth and will take an end only with the extinction of the last living beings. It will never be completely definable, not even of the most famous scientific.

It's an easy read that lifts the spirit, and makes people smile.
Kudos

[Emily B]

a light touch on an eternal theme. . .

[JC]

We can describe it, rejoice it, sing it, write about it, talk about it, but alas, can anyone really explain it? Many have tried, many have failed, so its a subject we poets will continue to aspire to explain, probably for an eternity. My favorite line" It leaps upon, like monkeys" without warning how more true a phrase could be written.

All my best!