What’s not to love?

[PrinceMyshkin]

What’s not to love?

I saw a woman
with scrunched-up cheeks
as if to guard against a smile
that might slip out, but
what’s not to love?

I saw a bandy-legged man
listing to the left
as if to propel himself
by bouncing off a wall, but

What’s not to love?

Squint-eyed or knock-kneed,
with or without a sense of humour,
hands that are gentle or rough,
hearts wide open, or shut,
What’s not to love?

What’s not to love?

[~Sophia~]

Hi Prince. my question is, what's not to love about this poem. Really like


I saw a bandy-legged man
listing to the left
as if to propel himself
by bouncing off a wall,

Another number one on the hit parade. (uh oh, just gave away my age LOL)

[Silas Thorne]

I love the vivid descriptions of the people my mind's eyes can see.

However, I feel that 'with or without a sense of humour,' seems out of place here. Not because of the line's meaning, but in the particular way you have expressed it here in the last stanza. It just seems a little long and not in keeping with the rest of the lines there. Maybe I've missed something.

Respects,
Silas

[easyeverett]

A wonderful, if embarassing, description of myself as seen in the reflective glass of a downtown retail store. Well, not quite, but moving in that direction. But hey, What's Not To Love? tom

[Virgil]

Very good, Prince. This brought a smile to my face. :)

[a_little_wisp]

I saw a woman
with scrunched-up cheeks
as if to guard against a smile
that might slip out.

I grinned. I really loved this. What interesting, fun, lovely characters, and all within such a short poem! Indeed, in Sophia's words, what's not to love? You're awfully talented, mister.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I grinned. I really loved this. What interesting, fun, lovely characters, and all within such a short poem! Indeed, in Sophia's words, what's not to love? You're awfully talented, mister.

Oh, I just figured something out. So early still after the shock of Donna's death, I've lately written one or two light poems (and even one silly one in progress: look out for a mini-epic about Rat-a-ta-Tat and Eat-my-Hat) and I questioned myself reproachfully that I was not grieving 24/7,

but just now I remembered a beloved professor of mine who suffered a severe blow to the head after which his behaviour became rather strange. A psychologist characterized it as "compulsive jokiness," a reaction the brain sometimes has to trauma!

[Pendragon]

What, indeed. There is someone for everyone, just takes a tolerent person.

[AuntShecky]

I think you mean "knock-kneed." Other than that, there's little that is "not to love" in this piece. The refrain, "What's not to love?"helps give it shape and form. Thematically speaking, I like the speaker's open-hearted stance of loving as a personal choice and not an obligation.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I think you mean "knock-kneed." Other than that, there's little that is "not to love" in this piece. The refrain, "What's not to love?"helps give it shape and form. Thematically speaking, I like the speaker's open-hearted stance of loving as a personal choice and not an obligation.

Many thanks. I've corrected it. As for "What's not to love?" as you're probably aware from reading virtually any one of my poems, I love using colloquial turns of phrase though I stop short of e.g. prioritize except parodistically.