Variations On The Word Love Comments

vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. // beautiful poem penned and shared; thanks

Interesting poem. Love is certainly a good filler. Not only for unfinished thoughts but also unfulfilled life if only one would give it a chance. The poems abounds with creativity!

' but that fear. this word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go.' - Wonderful! Rightly chosen as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!

In wonder! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

If we may have thought that all that could be written in poems about love had been exhausted, here’s this poem with its vivid and tactile images and words. Nope. Not exhausted. Can love ever be? -Glen

Exceptional! Last four lines - how meaningful, Superb!

An amazing thought provoking poem showing the hollowness of frequently used words like love and two of us without meaning either of them. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.

There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too.....outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem on love is wisely delineated.

Margaret Atwood’s masterpiece, ‘Surfacing' vibrates in my mind while I go through this wonderful work on love! The illustrious expression, “There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love” signifies why Margaret Atwood’s works are so endearing!

It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. this word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, ow great great 10+++++++++++++++

A lovely poem by Margaret Attwood...

We love this poem.and we always find this poem. I remember when i said this to her on our wedding day and we've been together ever since.

I tend to think that every one should listen to this poem....on point