"Love poetry" is a pleonasm,
like "wisdom philosophy."
Or ought to be.

My philosophy and my poetry
are iconoclasms:
They shatter the official imagery
of Truth and Justice
with your beauty, which
breaks the hearts
and cracks the minds
of men, their knowledge and
their power gutted.

And my love of wisdom, too,
is mere surplusage
to the wisdom of your love.

This, Again

(After Henrik Nordbrandt)

Lady, when I lost you
I thought that I could love no other.
I love you so intensely now that
I have found another.

Love is movement; wisdom, stillness.
Philosophy's the love of wisdom;
              poetry, the wisdom of love.
You see the problem. And, but for lust
and wonder, we would choose.

Some paintings show you the shadows;
some paintings show you the light.
Philosophy sharpens the image
and poetry keeps it tight.

Some women just make you smile.
You know they'll make someone happy
for an hour or a lifetime, and
you can't help but wonder if that hour
or that lifetime has just begun.

Crisis

A life combines
reasons and passions,
concepts and emotions,
in the image, where
it brings composure,
in clarity or tension,
by wisdom or by love,
to each moment.