Yesterday was National Poetry Day. Poetry is completely and utterly fab. The definition of a poem is ‘A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song, and that is usually rhythmical and metaphorical’. I thought I’d share a poem that my Dad wrote for my wedding day. It’s called Zero Sum and is (obviously) about love. It was read, very beautifully by one of our very special friends and is one of the best memories I have from my wedding. Poetry has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. Personally, we read favourite poems at Christmas and there are always new poetry books on the bookshelves at home. Poems are written for love, in anger, regret or passion. They’re often incredibly personal and mean a great deal to whoever has written them and generally, they evoke an emotive response. Even if you think you really dislike poetry, somewhere out there is a poem for you. I love hearing about new poems, so tell me, what’s your favourite poem and why?  I’d love to hear them. Zero Sum

Love is not a zero sum.

What do you mean by that?

Two plus three less five Is a zero sum. Five babies are born, five old men die. That is another kind of zero sum.

But surely love is like that too?       

If you leave the last one loveless

                And love instead a new;

Then love is just a zero sum;

O no.  Such love is narrow. A fuller, better love Is broad as well as deep.

The love you give your lover Is rendered none the less By how  you love your children.

Your love within your family Can be a springboard,  not a bar To loving those outside it.

Loving people need not stop you Loving nature, Shakespeare, art; Music, engineering, or cricket.

Loving this world, with all its flaws Is not a bar to loving God. More, perhaps, a qualification.

But with all this loving

                Do you not

                Run out of the commodity?

O no. For such love Feeds upon itself And is replenished.

The more we give The more we are able to give. Until we lose our lives or our senses.

Even then, our gifts in our lifetimes Have been absorbed, unknowingly, By those we have loved.

It trickles down from them And thus our love lives on. Yes, there is love after death.

And no, love is not a zero sum.

                

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