“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
It can be painful and raw, sometimes it’s wrong, but love is a song.
It’s sung both in hearts and in brains–if given free rein–because love is a song.
It makes lovers dance and full of romance because love is a song.
But what happens when dampened, or gone with dawn, will you still say love is a song?
It can make someone evil, cause great upheaval, but love is a song
with notes that can sway, make some go and some stay for the love of love is a song.
You can love one child or ten, again and again, because love is a song
that makes mothers sigh when parted, cry broken-hearted, because love is a song.
The notes can be doleful and soulful and wonderous and wise because love is a song
that grows and expands without any demands—love is love is love is love is love is a song.
Love of country is sung, by those with forked-tongues, because love is a song
to convince some not to think, or to look at the brink, just sing that love is a song.
Its music can frighten, can make our hearts tighten, but love is a song
that may protect a few or cause trouble anew, but love is a song.
Listen to the stars and moon, listen to the celestial tunes—high above love is a song.
Listen to the birds and bees, listen to the earthly seas, listen long and sing along, love is a song.
This ghazal is for Day 20 of Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, poetry inspired by Jim Harrion’s poetry (and other works).