Grammarithmetic

lost in translation

In my eyes
love was a noun
an immeasurable
thing that simply was

And love to you
was a verb
a thing that
people do

So even though
I had the correct
answer

You could give me no credit
without showing my work

And once it seemed
that we were enemies

There was nothing
you could say
to convince me otherwise

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Interesting poem, enjoyed reading 🙂

[Betty Hermelee]

Very clever poem using grammar and math to equal love.... but I guess whoever read it didn't appreciate it your originality so good for you, you never changed your mind...this a a really intelligent metaphor....
Nice!
Best, B

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Thanks for reading. I appreciate the review.

[barleygirl]

This is pumping with cleverness, as far as playing on the idea of love-as-academic-test. Always love made-up words as strong as your title . . . shows your inventiveness & how you're observant about what letters different words share & how they can be linked up. For me, writing is often about arranging words more than being immersed in the meaning. For a metaphorical poem like this, the meaning is wide open for the taking, as each reader sees fit. I love this line: "You could give me no credit without showing my work"! (((HUGS)) Fondly, Margie

[Ruth]

Some give their all and some merely "do"...once respect fades it is hard to give the all anymore, sigh...this is superb :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Thanks alot.
Appreciate the review!

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow, wow, and wow. The simple complexity of this poem is just amazing. So many great thoughts -- that some people believe love is just an immutable force, and others believe it is something you do -- it is so absolutely true, and explains the disconnect in so many relationships. ``````

[Bacchus]

-without showing my work-
perfect and so true.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Thanks a lot for the visit.
I Appreciate the review.

[h d e rushin]

logaoedic, love is, Zietgeist. Marked by the mixture of several rhythms. Patience, which true love is,
is a noun. But patient is an adjective, not hasty or impetuous, which love is also. There is a
wonderful interplay of time and tense going on here. The beginning, the conditional-emotional
present, and the contrite, overbearing past.....

beautifully written my friend....dana

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Really appreciate that wonderful review.
Thank you for reading.

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-- ohhhhhhhh... this is a bazooka... -- R., you smashed all the glass in my building... -- sometimes we lose the universe of bliss which is almost within reach because of our choice of words (rather perspectives)... and we turn into the worst enemies of those we supposedly love... -- can there really be a ferocious argument about the definition of love ? ... i guess so... and it could turn ugly and nasty... -- i don't think i could ever calculate the 'quantity' of love though... it's too abstract a concept for me... -- excellent work... one of your best pieces i think...

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Thanks for the best review ever! We feel love in different ways. I've learned that sometimes loving a person is not enough. Sometimes we must get out of our comfort zone and love others in a way that they understand. Nothing extreme..:p...just make sure they feel loved. :)

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-- ah... sage advice... and you're very welcome... :)