"What would you do for love?" - Joe Zanghi

What would you do for love?
In pursuit of an answer, I have a few other questions to help sort out this conundrum:
Would you walk, say, walk 500 miles, over hot burning coals?
Would you cross a desert . . . would you journey across the sands without even a canteen?
Would you swim across the sea . . . of shark-infested waters?
Probably not . . .
Would you climb a mountain to the top of the world’s highest peak
Then capitulate, jumping off the cliff, and plunging into Love’s abyss?
And would you call this Love or hyperbole?

Or, do you play it safe and retreat?
Spending your time . . . spending your life wandering the endless streets
Checking out bland faces
In a world of common want and greed
But, I don’t want play the role of the cynic here either

The times of falling in Love are very few . . .
In your whole life, maybe just one or two
Maybe counting Love on only one index finger
The kind of Love that comes just once in a lifetime
To have such a Love, just this one time—
Infinitely better than having found no love at all—
At least this is what poets say.

What would you do for love?
For that someone who takes your breath away
When they send you floating instead of walking down the street
Lifting you up… with the feeling of being so high you can touch the stars
Riding on the Milky Way

When you like to look at that person
They seem to shine in your eyes
When the conversation is give and take
And not a one-way street
The way she turns me on
A state of ecstasy, to be in a trance-like state
She takes me home
Watching her sleep
As if she were dreaming the same dream as me
Love is a drug (and you know how I like drugs)

When you think of that person day and night
Their image stays in your head
When she is not there, something seems wrong
Infinitely worse than when your iPhone is missing (for comparison)
The world is askew . . . you have no idea what to do.

Love . . . Love has no rules
And upon this reflection, I can’t decide whether this fact:
Love has no rules
You tell me: is Love kind or is it cruel?

What would you do for love?
Would you give up everything?

"Greening in Sayama" by Ivy C. Machida

All around me
Green abounds -

Beyond the window
Just above your shoulder
I see the swaying leaves -
You said they'd turn a darker green
Before the fall
Which didn't happen elsewhere
When you were abroad.
I said they'd be evergreens
You nodded as if to say
That's how you'd like them all to be.

In the green and park domain
You held the reins assuredly.
Uncertainty lurked in your eyes
I wondered why -
How devoted were you indeed
To till the greenery for one and all -
Or was this a pass-through
On a journey to paths and pursuits
And greening beyond our grasp
At day's end when work is done.

I hadn't known
But it came to light
When I beheld the greenery
Beyond the open window
How you heartily relished
Their freshness, ever-joyful
Still youthful greenery
Overwhelming you, awaiting you -
So unlike those immersed in approaching fall
Soon to assume a darkening glow
Weathering beyond the joyous green.

Green lays hold on you undoubtedly
And you delight in the greening glory
That awaits at each day's end
No matter it'd be darkening
But green alone lights up your eyes.
Like earth's creation, God's hand
Creates a paradisiac green -
And we behold the magnanimous glory
And the greening power within us -
Go, if you must -
Delight in your greening journey
In the park, where she awaits

Green reigns supreme, consummate -
As God's creation, I too, as the days darken,
Will tread amidst the scenery all around
And rejoice in finding common ground
Before the approaching shadows fall.

"Wildflower" by Ivy C. Machida

Out of the blue
You sprang forth
What am I to make of you -

In my garden
Where sculptured shrubs
And roses bloom in measured rows
With hues and tints
And names to match -

And violets poised and gay
With daisies coy and pure
Align in close embrace -
And all is game and fair in love and play
In my tilled and cultivated space.

A bolt of lightning dazzled the skies
Sprinkling its sparkling rays
In fields and dales -
A swirling cloud and seedy haze
Swept by and rained upon my garden -

That's how you happened by
Oh, wildflower -

You hold court, striving to reign,
Ravishing the polished lawn
Bracing to sprout a dizzy display
Of daisy-like beads and buds
To woo and baffle the eyes and steer the mind.

I stooped to gaze at one
As if to chide its frivolity
Or swipe it off with a flick of hand -
And behold - it spilled and sprayed its scent
And thrust itself on me as if to claim validity

Awestruck, I recoiled my outstretched hand
And gently cupped the wooing weed
Ready to grant a lease of recompense
For a shaky transient stay
And learn by circumstance, come what may.

That's how you happened by
Oh, wildflower -

Like the wind you came
So late in life -
Like cleansing rain you will go -
And I abide this tranquil time alone
To reap my garden anew.

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