Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Its Own Chosen Parts

Sort of like
stubbing one's toe,
if you dare to love
a bruise can form~
a deep rosy shadow
in response to your
amorous sunning – 

love burns
both inside
and out

take lots of lotion
if you have such notion

exposing the heart to elements
like, who can really predict the 
weather, an educated guess
at best?

so, who can predict 
whether with love one is
or not to be blessed? 
Though God, the starter 
and stopper of human
hearts – when it comes to
romance, in the theater of
love~ pray, as you may
but Love seems to insist
on writing and performing
only its own chosen parts....

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Valsa George February 2, 2023 at 8:06 AM In love there can be bruises and heart aches .... as well as excitement and joy. No one can predict what outcome it is going to produce. Love is never easy as we conceive. Joe your advice to take 'lot of lotion', brought a smile to my face. Joseph P. DiMino February 2, 2023 at 4:02 PM Yep, a lot of feeling chafing can happen. What the heck...with the reward so great, love is always worth the try. Blessings my friend.

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 31, 2023 at 4:00 PM Joe, your poem has elegance, wisdom and beauty. I especially liked the last verse. Hope your evening is nice. :) Joseph P. DiMino February 1, 2023 at 5:37 AM Hi Evelyn; thank you; blessing my friend!

Kim Rodrigues January 31, 2023 at 1:38 PM Love is not as easy as all that, as you have said. Two hearts must be on the same page and the circumstances must align…so interesting. Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 2:57 PM I have come to the conclusion that, Love can be quite complex~ which is a nice way of saying, screwed-up. Thank you, Kim.

Mystic Rose Rose January 31, 2023 at 1:01 PM love can be quite choosey my friend, :) Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 1:12 PM In my case I need love, that doesn't have perfect vision, doesn't insist on perfect key and pitch...and can imagine bushy, wavy hair on a cue ball:) Thank you, Rose.

Anne-Lise Andresen January 31, 2023 at 12:37 PM - Love is just warm, generous, good and prioritizes you without conditions, Joe - Sometimes it burns...and we need lots of lotion :) - hugs Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 1:11 PM Thank you, Sunshine; for sure love is beautiful when it is right. Perfect comment.

Speaks Volumes January 30, 2023 at 6:45 PM Cleverly Written Joe ! Yup, love is tricky for sure. lt can mend a heart or break it. lt gives pleasure when its love you're making ..... when it leaves it can start your heart aching. Loved your poem. Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 4:23 AM We need to write another Country Song here, lord knows there is enough heartache to fill any jukebox. Do they still use them in bars? Thank you, Wendy, for a great comment.

Sally Eslinger January 30, 2023 at 10:22 AM Ahhh, yes! You’ve penned here, Joe, what i’ve somoften felt, but hadn’t realized as such until i saw it here spelled out in your marvelous poem with its very wise realization! Applause! Applause! xoxo sally Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 4:23 AM I am no expert – in fact, when it comes to poetry the reader must sense searching and urgency. Most anyone can write a good poem, but passion and pulse are what turn a poem into poetry. The writer must develop in the reader a sense of invested emotional interest – so then the reader participates beyond the words, having become living expandable theme for the mind and heart. Poetry, like bible must be ambulatory, breathing text – rivers feeding oceans of thought and relatable feelings. The poem can be fact or fantasy, truth only in relationship to honesty.

Victor Buhagiar January 30, 2023 at 10:02 AM I admire your stance on accepting anything, good or bad. So long as a poem is in the offing. Joseph P. DiMino January 31, 2023 at 4:32 AM Making hamburger out of tough steak. We do our best, not always good enough for the editors and critics...but, I hope, good enough for God.

Peter Rees January 30, 2023 at 8:58 AM Interesting and nicely written thoughts on the lottery of love. Take lots of lotion if you have such notion. Unrequited love is hurtful but it’s a chance worth taking. Thank you for this Joseph P. DiMino January 30, 2023 at 9:28 AM Hi Peter; yes, indeed, inspired by your thoughtful comment on my last work. What the heck, after all is said and done, any chance is worth a poem -- and sometimes one is a life-long winner. Blessings my friend!