Poetry Potluck Week 46 : Love and its not being there...

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This week’s theme is...

“Love and its not being there”

Welcome to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 46, and I must thank you all for such a lovely response we got with your posts. It was nice to be there and read all your lovely posts and enjoy the talent of the diverse group of people this online community attracts. So here I am again  SHASHI going on to my 4^th week of Poetry Potluck.

 "Othello and Desdemona" by Alexandre-Marie Colin, 1829

Now coming to Poetry Potluck theme of this week “Love and its not being there” !!!... We, at most of the times love, based on thoughts and feelings that our lover gives. We feel the togetherness and being happy without any logical reason ... that is love... Some one said, love is a feeling you feel that you are going to feel a feeling, that you have never felt before. But then suddenly everything changes, you are left without the person you loved completely, without any way to let her/him know that how much it means to be with her/him. His or her feelings change for you because something changed in her/his environment and you are left holding your shattered heart... What do you do? Here I find the words as therapeutic and as means to heal yourself... and this is what this weeks theme is all about.... Healing yourself with your words to be what you could have been.... and share your those moments, when you realised the LOSS...

To give you heads up, I have selected some interesting verse’s below... enjoy and be inspired... you don’t need to have a broken heart to write...

What About Next Week?

For Week 47, we will have theme “History and Stories”, where you are required to write how our history has so many stories that have attracted people of all ages and inspired many great talents to write amazing stories...  you have the freedom to write anything new or share any old poems with us, either theme fitting or theme unrelated... Hope that would be great fun too...

Leaving that aside, let's get back to the main topic here. 3...2...1-

Here are some interesting poetry to inspire you to write about “Love and its not being there”....

To honor one of the greatest writer in English, I am reproducing one of the most beautiful and powerful words of love [In my opinion.. ;-)] here.... from Othello.

This verse below is a dialogue between Othello (Othello is, in one sense of the word, by far the most romantic figure among Shakespeare's heroes;) and Desdemona, when Othello comes back from war....

DESDEMONA
My dear Othello!

OTHELLO
It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

DESDEMONA
The heavens forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Even as our days do grow!

OTHELLO
Amen to that, sweet powers!
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be
[Kissing her]
That e'er our hearts shall make!

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William Shakespeare
(baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616)

Text and Image Source
Wikipedia

Alfred, Lord Tennyson's Maud: A mono drama was written in July 1855 and reviewers were alarmed by the hysteria and morbidity of central character that they sneeringly called it Mad or Mud. But it was a huge financial success.
One evening after publication of Maud, while staying with Browning, Tennyson drank TWO bottles of port and became disconsolate about the poem's critical reception and his virtual neglect before 1842. In a bid to distract him, Elizabeth Browning, urged him to read Maud aloud to them, which he happily obliged with tremendous vigour and tears running down his cheeks...

FROM MAUD
Part 1 Section XI
__________________
O let the solid ground
Not fail beneath my feet
Before my life has found
What some have found so sweet;
Then let come what come may,
What matter if I go mad,
I shall have had my day.


Let the sweet heavens endure,
Not close and darken above me
Before I am quite sure
That there is one to love me;
Then let come what come may
To a life that has been so sad,
I shall have had my day.
______________________
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(Aug 6, 1809 - Oct 6, 1892)

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Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

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