My thought for today...

Ever wonder why we have so many poems on "pure love" and none on pure hatred?! This, in spite of the fact that, if you really think about it, not one of us has ever experienced "pure" love... it's almost always mixed with a ton of other emotions, and not all of them positive. Hatred, on the other hand, is almost always "pure", unmixed, undiluted, uncompromising.

I know love commonly makes one eloquent and hatred/anger, etc, renders one speechless, but still, every one of us has an equal capacity for both, and if one rouses us to write sonnets, there ought to be some corresponding effect of the lesser-talked-of-but-more-powerful emotion, right?

I'm still looking for that elusive rhyme. Till then, here comes an alternate:

I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,
And all my memories were put to sleep.
:
I was not sorrowful, but only tired
Of everything that ever I desired.

- Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)