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His tan to my pale
Our eyes were the first to meet
Laughter drew us together
Our perceptions and biases kept us apart
Our lips still ache in passing
We still hope our dreams unite us at night
Too caught up in rhetoric
To see it never mattered who was right
You say red i say blue
I say false you say true
It wasn't ever a real thing
That kept it from being real,
It was that we place upon perception
A Value far too great
Through the eyes of countless strangers
Telling us to hate
Isn't it funny?
All we want is love
But not if social media does not subscribe
So we lament and wasted our chance
Because it wasn't our time
The haters said so
if it`s eal it will
if it`s eal it will happen,bad to hunge for one another
ron parrish
If its real differences and
If its real differences and past regrets won't matter only the future. Yes i agree. Nothing can stop real love, but there's a whole bunch trying this way and that to divide us from our devine purpose which is communion. You can't validate one by negating the other. That's a power grab, a commune. Validate each other, that's a mindful, collaborative and productive community.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
it will come,i have faith in
it will come,i have faith in love
ron parrish
What a fantastic thing to
What a fantastic thing to say! Perfect! <3
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
yeap
yeap
ron parrish
The sadness in the poem is
The sadness in the poem is very poignant, but those last two lines are shattering. During my adolescence, my real (and not merely wished-for) first love, though late in that process, was never expressed, much less consummated, because of the haters, and their sense of an unpropitious time. I was so concerned about what people might think, although I had learned, from the French novelist George Sand (writing a hundred and forty years before that) that most people do not know how to think. I liked that idea in theory, but was then too much of a coward to defy the haters' thoughtlessness. Thanks for posting such a morally profound poem.
J-9thxciv (J 9th 94)
I love your commentaries. So
I love your commentaries. So enlightened and well put! You reach eloquently into the soul of the matter and lay it bare but so thoughtfully, that there is less doubt and more complicit agreement! Blessingss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you for the
Thank you for the compliment. I am ashamed to admit what a coward I was---to love the person with whom I spent to many wonderful hours that summer, and yet unable to say "I love you" because of its radicalization by the haters. I was way too much like Eliot's poetic character, J. Alfred Prurock, constantly asking myself, "Do I dare?" and terrified of the correct answer. I am not proud of myself and how I was at that time; but I applaud you for reminding us, in your poetry, of what is right, morally and spiritually.
J-9thxciv (J 9th 94)