WELCOME AGAIN TO THE PHOENIX RISING POETRY GUILD. We hope the experience here is a pleasant and relaxing one; a place where our hearts, and minds are set free to soar to great heights! The drafts developed here should serve you well as we polish them into precious gems of thought. I look forward to all you will present here!



So, to start this off, we will step right into the heart of February and explore love. I think since I began this process as we honored Dr. Martin Luther King back in January, I’d open with this quote by Dr. King which rings loudly:

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

Love has a power all its own. It is said “Faith can move mountains”. So too can love! It surely can move hearts. And minds. Love can make us do crazy things willingly. Apparently, the cause of love is a noble fight. It has been the fodder of poets and muses for as long as we’ve been able to put words to these emotions. There are many aspects of love that we have experienced or have put an expression to.

“Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.” ~Lao Tzu

We are told “love is blind”. And yet we speak of “love at first sight.”

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

We paint hearts blood red at Valentine’s Day; or purple to represent passion. So we accept these as the colors of love.

“The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain” ~Jennifer Aniston

And feel the pain of love, we do! The emotion of love encompasses all we feel. Feeling love is another aspect of which poets across the ages have found need to decipher. Whether laced with perfume or emitting pheromones, there is a certain scent associated with the process of love.

Of course:

You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss! ~Composer Herman Hupfeld

That tender sip of a kiss is most savored, and is the expression that seals the fact that something special is afoot… um, aheart! But, where does love start?

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” ~ Mother Teresa

So it can be asserted quite accurately then that love indeed attacks the senses.

We’ve mentioned the sight, feel, smell and taste of love. But consider these thoughts:

Love is a friendship set to music.” ~ Joseph Campbell

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the one we love.” ~Jean de la Bruyere

Love is a single note sung by two hearts.” ~Some unknown poet from Buffalo

The first duty of love is to listen. ~ Paul Tillich

and conversely

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells… get your ears checked.” Author Erich Segal

One last quotation on love:

Love is the poetry of the senses ~ Honore de Balzac

Certainly, it always comes back to poetry! That is after all, why we’re here! So, that brings us to our cause for the month: The Sound of Love.

What is the timber of  a kiss? What is the sound of an embrace? What cacophony resides in a broken heart? What does that voice inside your head say when you fall in love?

Explore the SOUND of love.

We will begin here. Concentrate your poetry on this concept using free or open verse, or any form which serves this process. A love sonnet comes easily to mind. Then, in the next few weeks, we will explore the Sound of Love in different ways, not so much with form, but using the various devices we like to apply in our poetic pursuits.

Enjoy writing and reading this month. Encourage and support each other. Have fun doing it! Make the “Guild” a place where poetry (and you) arise!

250 thoughts on “THE SOUND OF LOVE

  1. I’m not sure if we’re to post our entire poem here or just the link, or perhaps nothing? Here’s my poem if anyone wishes to read it. Once I know the procedure, I’ll do this right. 🙂

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  2. Walt, one of my favorite quotes you mentioned was by an unknown poet from Buffalo. Now who can that be?

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  3. Walt: Off and running with a fabulous start!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  4. Thank-you for clearing up the h-m-m-m!? on the unknown Buffalo Poet;)

    Couldn’t resist a quickie before heading out for the day!

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  5. Amidst clanks of hammer on spikes,
    shouts, jeers, sobs—
    sounds of love,
    “Father, forgive them.”

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  6. This is me, Debi/georgeplace. I made a new blog just for these posts on PR. : )

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  7. Sounds of Love from a Childlike Man

    He can’t say, “I love you.”
    But though I’m not his mother,
    he says, “Mum-mum,”
    gives me clicks for kisses
    and serenades me, flutist-like
    with the low, soothing sounds
    of a vacuum cleaner hose.

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  8. A capella (Sonnetina Tre for unaccompanied love)

    The breakfast table holds a simple note –
    A loving introduction to my day,
    It brings a smile and sets my heart afloat.
    Pure unpretentious love … it’s just his way.

    Adagio, the tempo of our bond
    Amidst the pandemonium of life
    Is restful and at ease, and goes beyond
    Anticipations of this thankful wife.

    Our love, in grazioso, calms my soul.
    Our unassuming harmony is whole.

    © Marie Elena Good, 2015

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    Soft insinuations play within this vacuous heart.
    It starts as the spark that memory allows to smolder.
    A siren’s call within my head displaces dread and heartache.
    Here within these gates,
    amongst the marble pillars; stones and obelisks
    to mark each valiant soul,
    and I come to stand before her.
    Sunset near breaking, taking its time
    to shine upon this cold place.
    Her face, behind closed eyes,
    tender touches of hands so soft,
    serenity’s surrogate reminding me time and again.
    Calling in telepathic tones, my name in her voice,
    her name in my ear. Laments of love
    return in silent whispers, Hand reaching,
    beseeching the spirits to rest and allow
    me the same. And still I hear my name.
    Whispers of love never die!

    (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

    Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild – February: The Sound of Love

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    Silent and still,
    hushed breathings
    in the dark night.
    Nightlight aglow,
    The house settles,
    creaks and snaps.
    Leaves tapping window
    soft scratches almost heard.
    Suddenly stirred
    a sense of security arises.
    Listening in the night,
    it reaches an attentive ear.
    A soft giggle; the coo
    of a precious dove angelic.
    She settles in again to sleep.
    A world of love in a baby’s peep!

    (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

    Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild – February: The Sound of Love

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  11. Darlene Franklin

    I love the post, Walt. Here is my offering:

    Toilet flushing
    Lids popping
    Voices whispering
    Teapot whistling
    Bacon sizzling
    Plates clattering
    Children giggling
    Feet creeping
    Hand knocking
    Voices singing
    Happy Birthday

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    Within its lilting melody
    our lonely hearts finds remedy
    to fight the quiet solitude.
    Its song is not meant to intrude

    but comes to meet an urgent need.
    Where treble clef and bass succeed
    in climbing up and down the scales,
    we hear the notes that love entails.

    The beating of a heartbeat’s drum,
    an old guitar’s romantic strum,
    and whimsy from a trombone’s slide
    all play along when love’s inside.

    Of course, at times the sound is sharp
    as cupid’s fingers miss the harp.
    When what we hear is found untrue,
    the key of love is b-flat blue.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  13. The Poem in Her

    Plush, the whisper of your wanting
    Blush, the murmur of her sighs
    Hush, though breath-soft bells are flaunting
    Night-farewells on hello-skies

    Slow the waves of want and worry,
    Blow that beacon from the east
    Oh my darling, do not hurry
    Morning is a hungry beast

    Break the bars of law and order
    Wake the world within her touch
    Make the most of love before her
    Sense of Time becomes too much

    Set the curtained dark a-quiver
    Forget everything but Her
    Let the morning rush, a river
    Running wild where hours blur

    Spill within her quill an ocean
    Will to word, wanton whisper
    Fill her fingers with emotion
    Unleash the poem in Her

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  15. This is a treat to read Janet – beautiful

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    Small hand pressed against mother’s lips,
    feeling vibrations of a sound not heard.
    A sensation undisturbed. Leaning forward
    to feel those same lips against a forehead.
    A kiss to send a message of love.
    Tiny lips against a worried cheek
    mimic, “Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…
    His hearty giggle; her silent tear.
    Mother and son as one! Love is understood.

    (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

    Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild – February: The Sound of Love

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  17. Sounds of Teenage First Love

    Eye to eye electric
    crackling–first sound
    at first meeting.

    Bump, bump, bump-bump-bump
    heart absorbing shock
    begins to quicken.

    If music is playing, it will
    forever be associated
    with that heightened moment.

    First kiss, tentative, teasing
    ears with a soft breathy sound
    as lips part.

    Love starts as a waltz,
    Scales the soul,
    ascends into hard rock.

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  18. Reflecting on a few more love languages…


    Love wakes the middle-dark
    And asks mom for a drink
    It spawns laughter in bright blue socks
    Paired with a lace-dress, pink

    It wails aloud because
    Pancakes burnt while she read
    It clunks upon piano keys
    Or up the stairs to bed

    Love shouts and yells and sings
    It chatters and pretends
    Love argues with her brother and
    It giggles with her friends

    It leaves a trail of ‘stuff’
    While Mom pulls out her hair
    It drops balled socks on side-tables
    Or underneath her chair

    Love doodles in ink-dreams
    And makes mom wait…and wait
    It turns the van too sharply and
    It sees the post too late

    Love showers far too often
    Raids fridge and cookie jar
    Or joins mom on the porch at night
    To wish upon a star

    Love needs another dollar
    Love needs another hug
    Love shrieks ‘the sky is falling’
    Because it saw a bug

    Then, love goes off to college
    Mom wipes a tear because
    Now, suddenly she misses the
    Melody love once was

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  19. Pianissimo

    “If love played and instrument, I’ll be it would be the piano. 88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.” ~Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

    Oh, play one song, one simple tune.
    Love, to your charms, I’m not immune.
    Your joyful noise is such a tease,
    unlocked by your piano keys.
    I am that audience of one
    who longs for magic to be spun.
    There’s eighty-eight varieties.
    Unlock each note, piano keys.
    I hear the music in my head.
    I know that nothing’s left unsaid,
    despite the chords of congeries
    unlocked by your piano keys.
    Crescendo, passion, and release
    not tempered by my heart’s caprice.
    It’s all about those ivories,
    since love unlocks what’s in the keys.


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  20. William Preston


    of love, seeming
    not to find it, I screamed
    in silence till I saw your eyes

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  21. Yay! So glad to see this party is back up and running. Lovely work, all! Be back later to read & comment, but I’ve got some posting to do first. Here’s my “Love Song” for this prompt (and my offering for Jodi Barnes 14 Words for Love):

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  22. Hi all– have been out of the loop for a while . Came back to find that the blooms had metamorphisized! How delightful! Now aspiring to rise with the Phoenixes–
    Here is my rendition—
    The Sound of Metal
    Veins tinkling for something more than iron fillings-
    Some mercury tweets from moon perhaps
    Or golden tinctured peals unwrapped
    A copper pulse of gentle streams
    The arsenic that ripples dreams
    Some lead that sizzles Ocean salt
    A sulfur ring from Saturn’s vault
    I’m not sure what they’re throbbing for
    But there’s tinned tingings, in my core
    My heart is pumping, strumming fine
    But breath is mumbling metal rhymes–

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  24. It’s been busy…love sounds like a healing house-guest…my dad’s here for two weeks with double hip replacements.

    I will try my best to catch up on reading as time allows.

    For now, here’s one from me.

    Warm smiles and happy rising – I mean writing! 🙂

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  25. the hour of content
    the dense silence of presence
    everyone is home

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  26. An Auditory Disturbance

    His presence
    was as distinctive
    as his faded blue jeans
    and if love has a sound
    it vibrated around the room
    on waves unseen
    until they wrapped her up
    in a warm embrace
    of musical utterance
    only heard by two.

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  27. I was going to leave a link… but I’ll have to come back to see how things are working here.
    Continued success with this new venture!

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  28. The theme being love… does it have to be something new?
    I have something from another prompt that will fit.
    I had fun with it – wrote it for my hubby.


  29. OK I see both in post and links work…
    So I’m going with this re-post for now. Just because it is music to a different beat:

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  30. Just for you at PR – mostly because they both did fall asleep at the same time (which is rare!).

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  31. Romeo and Julie T 2:2.2

    (after William Shakespeare and Mark Knopfler, and with my sincerest apologies to both!)

    A lovestruck Romeo sings the lassie a serenade
    He’s been lying low with a love song that he made
    He sees her lamp, steps out of the shade
    Says something like
    “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
    It is the east, and Julie T is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and pale with grief,
    Oh my god, who writes this stuff?
    My knnes are weak, my mouth is dry, I can’t speak!
    It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
    Oh, that she knew she were!”

    Julie says hey it’s Romeo
    You nearly gimme me a heart attack
    He’s underneath the window
    she’s singing hey la my boyfriend’s back
    You shouldn’t come around here singing up at people like that
    Anyway what you gonna do about it?

    My tongue is tied, aye my knees go weak
    From the comfort of the hiding tree
    With care it is I slowly sneak
    And confess my love for my heart is bold
    To woo, to wed, together grow old
    I implore, I beg, I bend a knee
    I crave the acceptance of Julie T.
    I can’t do the talk like they talk on TV
    And I can’t do a love song like the way it’s meant to be
    I can’t do everything but I’d do anything for you
    I can’t do anything except be in love with you

    But her pa and mine do not set fair
    Their eyes are as crossed as the swords they bear
    Aye! What’s in a name? You’ve the right to ask
    Yet tae give it away is a burdensome task
    But as my every fibre bids me obey
    I swear that name to cast away
    And she swears as true to be fully mine
    By dawn’s sweet light, by the night’s sweet wine
    Each promising the other, their most dear to give
    Thus we return to our narrative
    And so a lovestruck Romeo sings the lass a serenade
    Knowing full well the hand he’s played
    He steps unerringly from the shade
    and says something like
    You and me babe how about it?


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  32. Here you can find an audio version of Romeo & Julie T 🙂


  33. And yet another one inspired by the community 😉 (By Hannah piece that is…)
    Nice how we gift each other –


  34. A different kind of love but still Love.
    And may I say; nice to see everyone again!


  35. I took a bit of a different approach with this poem, but I think it fits 🙂

    From the Lost Love Playlist (a cento)

    Woke up to the sound of pouring rain,
    a bottle of vodka
    still lodged in my head.
    There’s no comfort in the truth,
    full of broken thoughts,
    lying naked on the floor.

    What a wicked thing to do,
    to make me dream of you…

    Lines for this cento borrowed from: I Remember You – Skid Row, Bed of Roses – Bon Jovi, Careless Whisper – Wham!, Hurt – Johnny Cash, Torn – Natalie Imbruglia, Wicked Game – Chris Isaak


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