avatarMario López-Goicoechea

Summary

The article reflects on the elusive nature of love and its representation in writing, ultimately concluding that love is found in everyday human connections.

Abstract

The author begins with the challenge of articulating love without resorting to clichés, despite an eager mind and a ready pen. The quest for original metaphors leads to a realization that love is not in grand gestures but in the simple, shared human experiences. Drawing inspiration from Stevie Wonder's call for love and affection, the author suggests that love is a collective effort, requiring care and connection. The revelation comes on a spring morning, affirming that love is present in all of us, an intrinsic part of our identity and interactions. The piece concludes with a nod to the author's book, "Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner," and an invitation for readers to support the author's work.

Opinions

  • The author initially struggles with finding fresh ways to express the concept of love in writing, indicating a desire for authenticity over well-worn phrases.
  • There is a sense of frustration or futility in the search for a unique portrayal of love, as evidenced by the reference to Edgar Allan Poe's raven and its ominous "Nevermore."
  • The author seems to believe that love is not a distant, unattainable ideal but rather something present in everyday interactions and moments.
  • Stevie Wonder's message resonates with the author, emphasizing the importance of collective effort in nurturing love within society.
  • The author implies that love is a universal and inclusive experience, encompassing all people regardless of their background or identity.
  • The mention of the author's book and the option to buy the author a coffee suggests a personal investment in the subject matter and a desire to engage with the audience beyond the article.

POETRY|WRITING|CREATIVE WRITING

Love

Found

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The blank page lay open and my pen was ready My brain was awake and my hand was steady Yet, all I could come up with when thinking of love Was a wide, blue sky and a big white dove

In vain I searched for cliché-free metaphors All I got back instead was Poe’s raven shouting: “Nevermore!” I probed, I poked, I dug underground But still, love was nowhere to be found

Up and down I looked, hope filling my chest With children smiling, and grown-ups speaking in jest But the walls kept steadily closing in And love took another one on the chin

I remembered all of a sudden what Stevie’d said long ago That love was in need of love, so, please, friend or foe Delay not, give us your care and affection Help us keep this human connection

It was a spring morning in May As the daffs opened up early in the day When the answer arrived out of the blue Love is her, him, them, us and you

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