Love’s Labour’s Lost #poetry #dVerse

Love’s labour’s lost which seeks home out of place:
an unswept hearth, a heart as black as coal.
It rather should burn steadily, keeping pace
with kindred spirits, render true hearts whole

Love’s labour’s patient, understanding, kind
seeks not to self-aggrandise, or deceive;
seeks rather to spread light, though it be blind:
Love’s lantern light shines that we might receive 

Its message, which, enduring as the hills
keeps company with us, spans mountain heights
and plummets through the valleys, streams and rills
to bring direction in the darkest night

And you, my love, my compass have become
proof positive of all I’ve overcome

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Written for dVerse

Tonight, I’m hosting Poetics, and we pay homage to The Bard, on the anniversary of his baptism…

The bar opens at 3pm E.T. – hope to see you there!

60 thoughts on “Love’s Labour’s Lost #poetry #dVerse

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  1. Softer and softer, as your verse unfolds, until your last lines, written surely directly from your heart. Some beautiful philosophy there, too, hidden among the lines…reads so nicely.

  2. Wonderful poem and words strung sharing your light Ingrid!
    💖
    “spans mountain heights
    and plummets through the valleys, streams and rills
    to bring direction in the darkest night”

  3. It’s great to read such lovely, joyous poetry from you, Ingrid! As is often the case in your poems, place lends added beauty. The imagery is exquisite as you describe the water descending into the valley below. I can almost hear those rills! <3 Wishing you many more bright and happy days!

  4. such a joyful loving tribute … love should never “self-aggrandise, or deceive” and you have nailed it with this gentle melodic flow …

  5. This is beautiful Ingrid, I especially like “Love’s lantern light shines that we might receive “. Your rhythmic sense enhances the words, as always. (K)

  6. A true love does not seek to self aggrandise – and also the strength of hills as if they watch over the fragility of love down the ages, loved this Ingrid.

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