I know, I know, Valentines day has come and gone.
But this week I kept seeing hearts and other signs of love in many of its forms.
There’s nothing wrong with sharing a little love, right?
Especially the love where the heart is full and ready to explode in colour.
Love is witty… or it just can’t spell because love fogs the brain. Love is blind after all.
Love is solid and strong
Love is weak and hides in a corner.
Some hearts are jaded.
Sing a song of romance
A pocket full of lies
Four and twenty belittlements
Baked in a pie
When the pie was opened
All hell broke lose
When ranting, and tears, and screaming, and all sorts of incriminations….
You know the story.
“All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.” Oscar Wilde
“If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?” Lily Tomlin
“Go forth.
the tellers of tales
and seize whatever
the heart longs for.
Have no fear.
Everything exists.
And everything is true.
And the earth is only
a little dust under our feet.”
W.B. Yeats, “The Celtic Twilight”










