Saturday, August 22, 2015

Q&A


photo by katie tegtmeyer



I used to believe
love was the answer

to all the questions,
that put us in bed with insomnia,
legs Y-ed & birthing, victims
who change the channel to keep from seeing
images as disturbing // as flies on the eyes
of malnourished children, or beaten
                                                         animals,

to fears that made us walk big hand on little
to school bus stops & build bomb shelters
in place of family rooms in the basement,

As if love could cover the bruise of your attention
as well as mother's make up, bind back hands
behind the back of men, unclench fists
& knit busted lips into scarves
to keep our neck warm
in winter,

could fill stomachs with sustenance
so men, women & children would not line up
hours before the soup kitchen opens
& put more than a hand-full of rice in a bowl,
bring back fathers from wherever they went
on Friday nights only to never be seen again,
or turn alcoholics wine to water

That you could strap it like bras to bombs
to retard their releasing, keep Republicans
from being so damn conservative they seem
inhuman,
                      Stop the spin machine!

& play records backward
unspooling hidden messages, unriddling the terms
of our separation
                                   like race, like gender

LOVE IS NOT THE ANSWER

                                                    it is the question,

we must keep asking

ourselves,
as if each heart
                beat
                              begs
                                                      an answer.



37 comments:

  1. A heart warming, yet solemn piece, well done.

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  2. Love IS not the action. It is the feeling that should spur one into ACTing. It is the action that can bring about an answer through implementing change.

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  3. Man, these lines are awesome:

    "to all the questions,
    that put us in bed with insomnia"

    "as flies on the eyes
    of malnourished children"

    "As if love could cover the bruise of your attention"

    "knit busted lips into scarves"

    "That you could strap it like bras to bombs
    to retard their releasing"

    "unriddling the terms"

    Way cool, dude. I love that black-and-white photo, too. That's gorgeous!

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  4. Wonderful. Absolutely a new favorite. Great close especially. k.

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  5. food for thought... i honestly used to think that love is the answer to a lot of questions but yes - it comes with a lot of questions in tow - or just with one - if we're willing to.. whatever it needs in that very moment to make love visible..

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  6. Love this write with all its wonderful descriptions. You are so good at that! You're quite right. Love is the question. What makes/turns innocent children into monsters with hearts filled with hate? How do we reverse this, if we only understood...
    Happy Saturday to you too!

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  7. Love on its own is nothing, or is even a lie, if it remains just a word. I am convinced that most parents love their children. Does it mean they are efficient as parents? On another note, I am totally depressed by the hate and insanity of the Republican candidates.

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  8. This is spectacular, my friend. Love is the question............

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  9. Love is not an empty word it is indeed the question...and to seek answer within us if we have it...

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  10. Love is the result of actions in my mind, I really love how your poem says the same as Mary.. Very close to my own feeling.

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  11. This reflects a lot of community pain and confusion. Nicely written and thoughtful.

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  12. Beautiful... indeed we need to play those records backwards and unspool the hidden messages! Great stuff!

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  13. Indeed love is the question whose answer we all seek inside our hearts. A new favorite of mine. Well penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  14. WOW...this is utterly spell-binding!
    Yes...love is indeed the question...that we should all be seeking the answer to inside our hearts.
    The world would definitely be a much better place if we could...:)

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  15. WOW...this is utterly spell-binding!
    Yes...love is indeed the question...that we should all be seeking the answer to inside our hearts.
    The world would definitely be a much better place if we could...:)

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  16. My friend, this poem is brilliant! Just brilliant!

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  17. How profound this poem is. Love is the driving force that make us decide what action we take.

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  18. I love that love is the question we keep asking ourselves ~ It is certainly not an answer to fix all the problems like a magic wand ~ I specially like the turn here:

    turn alcoholics wine to water

    That you could strap it like bras to bombs
    to retard their releasing

    A passionate write X ~

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  19. Absolutely stunning - in all aspects of that word - powerful, political and of course beautifully poetic - quite a feat ... Bravo!

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  20. wow, this is spectacular writing!
    the world has changed and it's so much more complicated and divided, that love may no longer be one of the answers.
    really loved this lines :
    "to fears that made us walk big hand on little
    to school bus stops & build bomb shelters"
    . can feel the anguish in these words.

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  21. LOVE IS NOT THE ANSWER

    it is the question,

    we must keep asking

    ourselves,
    as if each heart
    beat
    begs
    an answer.

    I tell you this all the time but your work is brilliant and I don't say this as mere flattery but I can see it published there among the greats. I've been reading your poems now for a number of years and they are constantly challenging me, forcing me to think, to wake up, to take note. Bravo

    mindlovemisery

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  22. Love - allowance to be yourself, to accept others for who they are...~ very retrospective view...

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  23. Love isn't the answer. And it isn't the quest/ion. It just is or it isn't. You can't decide. You can't find. You can't force. It just is where it is, and it isn't where it isn't. That's all there is to it. No bones about it. (Hee hee.)

    Like T(H)AI food. When you want it, you want it. And nothing's going to keep you away from it, if your craving is strong enough. You just may have to bring the H ladder ... to ad(d)/equately get // 2 your Rap/(f)unzel.

    Tangled history, indeed.

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  24. Way to turn the cliche 'love is the answer' on its head and tell us it is not the answer....leaving us scratching our heads and asking, "Wait, what? It's not the answer? It's the question?" So very thought provoking!!

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  25. You are making me question and think again! The imagery here is heart-felt, deep and disturbing as I wonder....

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  26. Very strong images, and a thought provoking piece, may it question people. and I agree with what Mary perfectly said.

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  27. if love is the prompt, the answers will be both gratifying and fulfilling. A rewarding Sunday debate, this poem

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  28. I especially like the verse ... turning alcoholics wine into water ... yes, that would be a miracle indeed and save lives. Love, kindness, compassion ... these virtues could change the world for the better. With love, there could be another side to the disturbing images you convey ... kisses instead of bruises, hugs instead of separation, peace instead of discord ... a hopeful poem :)

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  29. Ah.. yes.. Love a concept..
    a feeling.. an action.. rarely
    defining Love saMe..
    Oh.. no.. Love a Muscle.. and as all stuff
    human.. one on one must be developing
    and using across the Life
    span to become
    strong
    enough
    to
    Walk in Love..
    Love a Mother
    WHO can replace
    no other.. whethEr
    innate or helping
    breast of
    wet Nurse
    felt..
    There is no
    Joseph
    Jesus
    or Mary
    without
    Mary
    a Mother
    of Love
    Gay Father
    or whOMEVER
    moves.. creates
    and connects
    a Human
    heArt..
    feeling
    emoTiOn
    And expressing
    SpiRit sAme
    as miNds
    and bodYs
    in humans
    Balancing
    Love
    as
    REAL soUl
    Love is reAlly
    compliCatiNg
    simpLing
    too..
    WE need
    a requiring
    classArt ever
    year now
    LOVE 101..:)

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    1. Me too! 11:11 just about destroys me by giving me TOO MUCH joy! I know I'm gonna have the best day ever if that time stamp and my eyes ever happen to meet. :)

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  31. Your talent of getting to the guts of a subject is bold and oh, so brilliant. I enjoy your work.



    It boils down to what Granny used to say, Pretty is as pretty does.

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  32. I've been mostly unable to write of late, but this says what I wish I had the ken to pen ~

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  33. A very sad piece with the hope at the end the keeps us going. Well written.

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  34. Intense - startlingly visceral and real. You've laid out the trajectory that human empathy seems to have put itself on and begs the question: Love?

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  35. Nice. Very powerful, too. You give us much to think about, X. Very nicely written.

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  36. Love is just an over hyped emotion!

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