Diagramming Sentences

Love is a predicated verb

With dangling modifiers

Participially absurd

With prosaic desires

Love is a word

Monosyllabic, inciting

Alveolar but blurred

Liquid consonants inviting

Love is a mood, an appositive, indicative,

It recites imperatively substantive

When launched with a sortie of fricatives

It subjugates the declaratively imperative

Love is an active verb, its subject subjective

And conjunctively subjunctive, disjunctive

Its direct object recursively inflective

And intuitively parenthetically presumptive

Love is a paragraph in the active voice

Direct address, rhetorically suggestive

But intoned, under the breath, in passive voice

Between the lines reads a voice, passive-aggressive

Love is a published genre of speculative fiction

Clauses of claws of labio-velar approximant

Love is reprinted as micro-non-fiction

Punctuated by sighed ellipses...of malar contentment

Love is more difficult to diagram than sentences

Of life without the possibility of parole

A life of tandem attachment and attendance

Whose sum adds more than the parts of the whole

Rhyming the morphemes of codependence

More pedantic than calligraphic italics

More serious than the expected consensual transcendence

More predictable than the font of the chagrinned and the tragic

When love's regrets pronounce resentment imminent

And one begins to feel its message denominative

Each lover strikes out to be independently dissonant

But cannot escape becoming the predicate nominative

Love takes no prisoners—only direct objects

Objects indirectly, objectively captured

Actions of commission on selective prospects

Bolded and quoted for the infectively raptured

When love follows forked paths of least resistance

And comes to fruition in the epic poem risen

A new type of diction comes into existence

A new parlance, per se, lyrically written

Love is the sharable word

Monosyllabic, wide, and tall

Towering over the ineffable, unheard

The unspoken that says it all