the platitudes of willful resemblance

my son tells me that when I run out of ideas

to write about love –

and if I’ve written about love before

it should be easy –

I suppose it should –

but it rarely is.

some of the hardest poems I’ve written

were about love –

filial love, sexual love, bonded love,

platonic love, Greek love,

love of self or of youth, of beauty

of women or men

woman or man.

all I ever write about is love

in one form or another

and sometimes, I guess,

it is easy.

though you would never know it.

– Hoc Scripsi