Qualms? (love is… #47)

Love is a compunction
albeit an unctuous one

it is an albatross,
a cross to makes
you feel bare

Love makes for weird
poetry, messy emotions
hackneyed devotions
far exceeding alliterative
quotas for exasperation

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poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.