This was a rather interesting prompt from dVerse Poetics, asking us to write a poem inspired by The Great Lover by Rupert Brooke. As I had already been rather productive in the area of writing today, I thought there were worse ways to end the day than by writing a rather quick poem before diving into editing my other work for Thursday... UGH, editing...
You can read all the other wonderful entries by many talented poets at the link-up.
I consider myself to be a Great Lover too
These I have loved:
The long walks through chilly nights,
the sleeping city, once so busy and loud,
now the only sound: my feet hitting the pavement,
so peaceful and quiet, smelling of summer.
The serenity of befriending my solitude,
my greatest companion: me, myself, and I.
Got the whole apartment to myself for the day,
reading, writing, and dancing alone,
then welcoming my lover home.
The smell of rain as I listen to its song,
gently tapping on my windows and I imagine it singing:
all is meaningless when the skies weep,
as I fall in love with the act of just lying there,
simply existing, no ill thoughts are present here.
My headphones, drowning out the noise of the world,
playing my favorite songs on repeat until I wear them out
like my favorite pair of mittens, keeping me warm,
good headphones cover my ears. Well...
my grandmother knits me new ones every year.
Freshly washed sheets wrapped around my ankles,
cold and fragrant. I roll myself into my blanket;
it feels like a hug from a lover, warm and safe.
And when the feeling of exhaustion finally takes over my thoughts,
as I sink into the nurturing arms of slumber,
I'd kill for a kiss on the forehead too.
And most of all,
the world behind the eyes of a man I adore,
bottomless,
captivating,
poetry.
In its truest form.
All these have been my loves.
There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
The Nervous Poet at the SSC&B can be followed here.
There is also poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
Reelika, awesome poem!! A beautiful reminder that love exists not only in grand gestures, but in quiet nights, familiar comforts, and the simple act of being alive. The ending is especially powerful—it transforms the entire poem into a portrait of gratitude.💜