javaneh29

I don't really know what romantic type love means? I love my children but I don't always like what they do, who they are while in the process of working stuff out. I allow them the mistakes because I know they are still learning. I love my parents but I don't like some of the things that happened in my childhood but I dont hold it against them because I know they did the best they could. I love my cats but I dont like it when they bring home dead mouches. I forgive them because I know it's their natural instinct.

The poem below is something that made some sense of what love means to me. I first read it way back in 1985.

A blade of grass

You ask for a poem.

I offer you a blade of grass.

You say it is not enough.

You asked for a poem.

I say this blade of grass will do.

It has dressed itself in frost.

It is more immediate

Than any image of my making.

You say it is not a poem.

It is a blade of grass and grass

It is not quite good enough.

I offer you a blade of grass.

You are indignant.

You say it is too easy to offer a blade of grass.

It is absurd.

Anyone can offer a blade of grass.

You ask for a poem.

And so I wrote you this tragedy about

How a blade of grass

Becomes more and more difficult to offer.

And about how as you grow older

A blade of grass

Becomes more difficult to accept.

Love Poems By Brian Patten