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Published I was asked if I believe in true love,
I was asked, how do I know it's real?
My answer is yes,
I truly believe it can be real,
But I really don't know.
It's something I've never got to feel.
I've had sweet lies,
And stories told about happy endings that never happen.
But me?
I'm just out here with my easel and paints,
Setting up camp with broken souls,
The ones I think will look beautiful,
Painted next to my own bruised and damaged soul,
And painting blindly,
Hoping to create a masterpiece.
I enjoyed this one deeply in
I enjoyed this one deeply in all its expressiveness of a tempered and tamed emotional state.. brava!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Thank you!
Thank you, I am so glad you enjoyed it!
Setting up camp with broken
Setting up camp with broken souls . . . I have been reading poems for nearly half a century---it will be fifty years as of next month---and that phrase is one of the most brilliant I have encountered in a long, long time. The poem itself is very good, and applaud the way it concludes with a metaphor about art. But that eleventh line---that spectacular, tremendous eleventh line---is a power unto itself.
Starward
Thank you so much!
Wow! Thank you so much, that really means so much to me!