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Here is a syrupy, sappy, cartoony glimpse at romantic love. Cupid fires a barrage of love-arrows at a couple who is already kissing. Cupid gets undeserved bragging rights because the love was already there. What a devious creep Cupid can be!

true LOVE real

there’s a sleevéd heart to wear

romance comes for two to share

ultra-laved in buttered shea

eh, laissez entrer le Soleil

I don’t know what Shea Butter is, but it must be good stuff, judging from all the advertising, so I laved. Mostly I needed to rhyme a word ending with A and a word ending in L.

The last line roughly translates from the French as “What the Hell, let the sunshine in.” Cheers!

Three Score and Ten and Six she has in years

Yet childlike, girlish, age-defiant young.

Through travel, trouble, tragedy she steers

Yet from a well her merry laughter’s sprung.

.

Last century we strolled a bookstore’s aisles.

She managed; I received. But then a gap

Would intervene, of choices, time and miles;

She moved away; I raised a child; oh snap!

.

But strike a match and kindle up some hope

For more Adventure. Red-wine glasses clink

And conversation comes in gushing streams.

I learn it’s not enough to merely cope

When All That, Bag of Chips, AND Kitchen Sink

Include the lovely Woman of my Dreams!

.

once upon a time we romeos and juliets were fuzzy-headed puppies as far as love was concerned

giddy and whizzing through the high-voltage fun ride of young lust

making it up as we went along

clumsily knocking things over or up

weeping and dusting ourselves off

and growing and learning as decades pass

and we necessarily change

because

our seasoned romeo does not suit a galadrielized juliet

and we have largely shed many of the illusions that drove our pubescent chariots

.

still the feelings forged in adolescence linger

even over subsequent decades

how nice it still and always is to kiss

how nice to love

and how astonishing it is to fall into the deepness of a lover’s eyes

and how blossomous it is to be stupefied by the exchange of adorations

and to rediscover what it is to be fibrously alive

.

elderly lovers seem creepy or cute to many

but callow romeos and jejune juliets have no clue what delicate layers

and fathomless depths

may be found

if the search for true love is made lifelong

and the willingness to love wholeheartedly persists

You read about someone you might like

You walk by someone who is a fair fit for what you read about someone you might like

You hear the voice of that someone and you like it

You like what the voice says

You find a way to share space and time with that someone, possibly in a group setting

You start daydreaming about what might happen

You present a better version of yourself in hopes the someone notices

You start accumulating nice moments involving your someone

You seem to notice a mutual attraction

You definitely notice a mutual attraction, unless your mind is playing tricks

Your heart leaps when one or the other of you throws caution to the winds and the two of you arrange to be together

.

(Like the visible light spectrum, Love Spectrum #9 is but a sliver of the full spectral range. The creation of Love Spectrum #10 is left as an exercise, or an overture, for the reader.)

(The author hopes a certain someone is reading this.)

i was a lump of clay

i am a flightless bird

i will be on display

now isn’t that absurd

.

to get the rapt attention of

supporters of the arts?

a pedestal’s detention, love,

confines and wilts and smarts.

.

the trouble is when i was made

my wright made me a soul

and now i’m frozen, senseless, stayed…

but Love

may make

me whole…

falling in love is a change of focus/Hocus pocus/specific locus/fascination and blind acceptance/sharing a crazy dream

disillusionment is an outcome/time tide rhyme come/bright to humdrum/wind the mainspring and breathe and ponder/what will be coming next

after eliot ness died

leaving his third wife and first

and only adopted son his co-written book

was published and sold a million

and a half copies and robert stack

portrayed him starting in 1959

with walter winchell doing rapid-fire

narration.

the death of eliot ness by heart attack at 54

did not leave the net love felt and expressed

by humanity

appreciably diminished.

the same goes for the net anger

and hatred.

Jimmie the Dog and Jessica the Woman were the best of companions. Alas, Jimmie crossed the Rainbow Bridge, as they say, leaving Jessica bereft. A short time later Jessica, a stellar poet and my friend for more than twelve years, asked me if I did commissioned artwork, and provided me with some photos of her and Jimmie. I told her it would be an honor to try.

Then about a year and a half went by. I kept making attempts and falling on my face. Every so often I’d let Jessica know I hadn’t forgotten and was still trying.

Today I was able to send her the image of my final draft. She stuck a Love emoji on my image and is graciously allowing me to share it with my One with Clay readers/viewers.

Here are the words:


Jimmie & Jessie

Jaunty as a Rock & Roll DJ
Innocent & cuddly as can be
Melting hearts & icecream cones some days
Making bliss & breezes in the trees
In the noise & haste & stale ennui
Every Dog & Woman ought be FREE


What sometimes happens when I take on a project like this is I care about it so much that I choke. I overwork the drawing, I overjudge the work in progress, and then I get overwhelmed, tear up my effort, and start over. My advice to anyone who goes through that themselves is Relax, walk around the block, slow down and stop worrying about a result you haven’t got yet. Today I put my worries aside and knew that my heart was in the effort, and trusted the result would reveal the heart. At minimum anyone who sees this page will know that two of Earth’s creatures loved each other deeply.

I received a real keeper of a holiday card today, which features this artwork from my dear deceased friend Beth Lindberg. It was sent by Beth’s widower Todd. Inside is a message of hope, cheer and remembrance, and includes the fun fact that Todd checks in with me from time to time via my blog, which is this thing you are visiting right this second. There have been tough losses nowadays. What sees us through is the loving, persistent spirit that we share with each other. Todd, my friend, thank you for the love you have for Beth and which you dispense to your friends. I’m honored to be among them.