I've tried to write about love so many times, but it always turns into a washed out mess. Thus, I let others muse within this realm of murkiness. Therefore, well done, Sir! This also reminded me of the story of Odysseus and Calypso, and how love seems to prefer the finite, being that which is attracted to the highest probability of the most pain, and that love is perhaps best felt only in its absence.
That’s no metaphor, Paul. That’s an accurate - and painfully beautiful - description.
The tumor in the chamber. The Tell-Tale heart turned upon itself. I like the use of the word “soft”
You feel the fist of love when you read this beautiful poem.
Thank you, Nancy.
It is very interesting hear even though a poem how love works inside us
Many many different ways
It is why lovers need to have a deep connection , deep listening, true deep listening
Try to be to the other side sink
To me the lessons says always to still open for it
Even when it hurts very much
But usually people closed themselves
Like my sister
She has been almost all her life close to the love
There is no trust at all
This is sad
In my language ( I don’t know if I repeating myself but)
CORAÇÃO is heart
Core + action = coragem
Means courage
❤️ needs coragem
When we put the feeling to walk, to fly
We move with coragem
Love often works like that.
And Thank you for the restack, Stan!
I've tried to write about love so many times, but it always turns into a washed out mess. Thus, I let others muse within this realm of murkiness. Therefore, well done, Sir! This also reminded me of the story of Odysseus and Calypso, and how love seems to prefer the finite, being that which is attracted to the highest probability of the most pain, and that love is perhaps best felt only in its absence.
Your poems are a blow to the heart.
That poor bastard, nice job. I feel like the speaker has another line or two yet to say which I always take to be a sign of a good poem.
I think he’s almost recovered by now, but does require a bit of looking after by the nurse who rarely leaves his side.
Metaphorically speaking?
The nurse’s name is Poetry
I've met her, she's a great gal.
Yep - She does get around!
Thank you for restacking this, Stirling-much appreciated!
Thank you for reading, Marie