Love (Etheree)

Love

has music

you don’t hear;

you are not listening

to the underneath of love

but to the lovely surface sounds

which are all cooings and slurpy kisses

catching your attention and filling up your ears

so you never discern those almost inaudible notes

that sing the promise of pain, of looming, inescapable sorrow.

An etheree is this form of poem, lines increasing by either words or syllabes, 1 - 10. I’ve used a word count here rather than syllable count. There can also be reverse etherees, and double etherees counting from 1 to 10 and back again from 10 to 1, or even double reverse etherees. I suspect I’m not done with this new (for me) discovery yet.

Between busy life and atrocious internet connection, I missed the ‘shape poem’ prompt at dverse, so am submitting this instead to OpenLinkNight #15.