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Love is multigenerational
by Glenn CurrierThey say that addiction
is multigenerational
depression too I suppose.
That’s a hard truth
unless you’re looking
for an excuse.
But watch yourself
that meal, that moment
of selfless listening.
In the tedious minutes
and exquisite touches
of fingers on skin
We propagate
the multigenerational
gene of love. 07/26/2009 Posted on 07/26/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/26/09 at 02:57 PM Good write Glen. I'm happy that someone seems to know what love is. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/26/09 at 05:49 PM It's an addiction propogated the planet, continues to. And we can do this right, without all the unnecessary hate that wants to hop a free ride on the addiction wagon. But, you are correct (imho) love is multigen., it's so simple, to me it's like this: what I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. Don't blink, every moment is the Guru. Pondrous poem here Glenn. Delighted, thanks. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/26/09 at 05:57 PM I like the way it (the love) trickles down the gene byways, the way it gets passed on. This is lovely!!! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/26/09 at 08:08 PM Your first stanza had me giggling in front of the oven, taking out a mouthwatering pan of cornbread, because as I was thinking over that first stanza I saw it applied to my own love of fresh out of the oven cornbread (slathered in REAL butter-how's that for an addictive gene?) and remembering standing among the rows of corn in different seasons and different days of sunshine and rain within each season. Corn fields whose yields we milled locally and grew up grannies, and later, nannies with genes whose tassels are tousled and kissed with love. We're passing it down as surely as we're passing it around right now. Multigenerational and multidimensional as well and showing what the arts of love truly are. Highest marks again Glenn. You're just outdoing yourself with the pen these days and I love it! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/27/09 at 03:04 PM As has been said, keeps the world going around! Or is that lust? Hopefully some love gets passed on as well. Fascinating comparisons of addictive behaviors and/or symptoms. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/27/09 at 03:11 PM Yes, serving the very purpose of Mother of all mothers, Mother Nature, helplessly. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/01/09 at 01:39 PM Oh, how I can so relate to this, or at least what this poem seemes to be saying to me.....for I feel I am this poem, living out the experiences of which this poem speaks.Wonderful work, just like everything you write and always a pleasure to read. Thanks, Glenn, for sharing. :) |
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