Love Tells Poems

Love hurts.  Love nourishes.  Love tears us apart.

Love composes symphonies, writes novels, bleeds words into songs.

Love is sometimes all we have left.

Love sustains.

Love tells poems.

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Words prompted by a conversation on the web.

The conversation reminded me of some of the most beautiful, sorrowful, honest expressions of love that I’ve read and heard: from poet Shane Koyzcan.

This one’s on the love between a mother and a son… and how love writes poems.

It’s called Move Pen Move.

The poem is from his collection: Visiting Hours

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