TODAY’S TIP: LEAVE SOME THINGS UNSPOKEN. YOU GIVE SOMETHING EXTRA TO THE READER WHEN YOU ALLOW HIM TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES.
ON TWITTER: Is this year’s Valentine any more special or is it only social media in bloom, all decked out in red, screaming sweet-nothings?
ON FACEBOOK: All this pollen in the air is making my eyes weepy and I’m sneezing all over the place.
[And in answer to skeptic responses ranging from "I've held back on posting what I'm given/doing on V Day" to "The real winner here -- industries that make a killing. Why don't people understand that love is a daily process, not just one day"]: Oh but I’m no skeptic. I see many things wrong with commerce but I don’t see any other way. So if someone — proprietor of magazine or restaurant or wine or chocolate or Chanel or a flower shop or motel, hotel, inn or Hallmark Cards — is to earn because I am in love, why not? Money makes the world go round, up and down, hurtling forward, backward, sideways, this way and that, but love — of art, of God, of music, of Mother Earth, of one another — makes it sweeter.
ON INSTAGRAM: My #love comes down hard and heavy, strong as steel, demanding passion and commitment, all or nothing #workout #gymtime #fitness #myself #ValentinesDay #training #strength #awesome #instamazing #instahub #igersmanila #instagood #instamood #instagrammer #pumpedupkicks #selflove
ON THE PLAYLIST (AT THE GYM): I feel so close to you right now, it’s a force field/I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal/Your love pours down on me, surrounds me like a waterfall/And there’s no stopping us right now/I feel so close to you right now — “Feel So Close” by Scottish recording artist Calvin Harris off his album 18 Months
ON THE TURNTABLE (AT HOME): Click click, I’m a sex pistol/My love should be illegal/Real deal, baby/I’m no counterfeit, click, click…My love’s a revolver/My sex is a killer/Do you wanna die happy? –”Revolver” by Madonna with Lil Wayne off her third greatest hits album Celebration
ON WORDPRESS: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt, an ode to something I love — writing, life, people, everything, and a great conversation.
I must break into song or poem or prose.
In this challenge, bonus points await.
But there is love everywhere,
even where there seems to be none.
And where there is love,
everything is poetic,
everything is a sonnet,
everything is a song,
even if it is a song of emptiness
or a song of hate
all life is love
all it takes is understanding