I think about my relationships in life a lot; and, much like many people, I think about my marriage. As I have mentioned before about love and marriage–it’s a hard thing. Communication, too, is often difficult and tiresome. Though we can often overlook these things because our spouses are our backbone and supporters, people who cheer us on when nobody else has the time. That type of dedication matters.
Today I am sharing the poem “what love isn’t” by Yrsa Daley-Ward because the Jamaican/Nigerian poet uses adept symbolism and language to explore exactly what the poem’s title promises: what love isn’t.
“what love isn’t” by Yrsa Daley-Ward
It is not a five star stay. It is not
compliments and it is never ever
It is solid.
Not sweet but always
Always herb, always salt.
It is now and till the end. It is never a slither, never a little
is a full serving
it is much
too much and real
never pretty or clean. It stinks. You can
Smell it coming
it is weight and it is weight and it is too heavy to feel
good sometimes. It is discomfort. It is
not what the films say. Only songs
get it right
it is regular
it is difficult and always , always
Daley-Ward, Yrsa. “CommonLit | What Love Isn’t.” CommonLit, commonlit.org/texts/what-love-isn-t. Accessed 12 Nov. 2021.