love is like an onion

Hey bloggers!!
How are you all doing?? Happy Valentines Day, I guess!! For some of you, I imagine you were smothered with beautiful gifts, and precious flowers, and cheesy cards….but for others of you, things may have been a little different. Some, kinda like myself, probably don’t see February 14th as a special day…and there are those of you people who wish they had someone to share this “special day” with. I think Carol Ann Duffy says it all with this beautiful poem. She compares love to an onion…and if you’re thinking of Shrek, some would say, it stinks!!! But that’s not what I’m meaning here, nor is that what Carol Ann Duffy means. Just read it, and look at the beautiful imagery she uses…it’s just so stunning!!

Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises lightlike the careful undressing of love.
Here.

It will blind you with tearslike a lover.
It will make your reflectiona wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or kissogram.
I give you an onion.Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithfulas we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,cling to your knife. -- Carol Ann Duffy

So, what does it mean? Well, here’s my interpretation of what it means. Love is not all about red roses or satin hearts, it goes much deeper than that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure every girl would love to be on the receiving end of red roses, I know I would. An onion…wow!!! Love does come to us like a gift, because it is a precious, precious gift, wrapped so delicately in “brown paper”, like an onion. I’m sure we all know that an onion is wrapped in a crisp brown shell.

Love is pain!!! To quote Shane West is “A Walk to Remember”. This poem agrees. Love is not all fluffy, and cheery, it will come with tears. You know yourself when you cry, your vision becomes all fuzzy…”wobbly” even…are you still following me??

I have to admit, I don’t like onions, I really don’t. They have a very strong taste to them yeah? I have chopped my fair share of onions, and boy…does that scent sure hang around, “fierce kiss”.

Good old onion rings eh?? White in colour, and when left out, unprotected, shrink. And sadly, sometimes relationships end, there’s where the knife comes into it. Take it from someone who knows…that sting, the “scent” does hang around for some time. even for the person who made the decision to end the relationship, (the knife), the sting clings to it.

So…what did you think?? I personally love it, and think its great!!

peace