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OBSERVATIONS... When you dont agree with me,
And you don't like like me
Because I confront you
And I ask you you who you want to be
Or ask you what do you believe
Or when you are too afraid to see
Or hear
Or speak
Your own truth?
Do you hate me for mine?
For my thoughts and provocations?
My uncomfortable accusations
And probing of your mind?
My blunt abasement
My grotesque syntax
the occilation between
Scintillating senses
Devine liturgies
And malfeasance
Does my ability to see more than just
What i like to see
And my ability to spell it out threaten you?
I can love you despite these things
And even love you for it,
But can you appreciate me for what I do
The way I appreciate you?
There is no toxic disposition with out a healing balm
There is no judgement or alarm
There is only poetic description
My lies, my truths
Because I let you in to see
My poetry written for me
An endless exploration
in progress
Leading somewhere
With no point but examination
Of endless possibilities
Of a mind that writes
Of forgotten things
Once remembered
Laid here
In the safety of my pseudonym
Because you can't love my poetry
Because of who I am
And I let you see
When I wrote it just for me.
I love your poetry for you
I love your poetry for you who bring all above mentioned
Copyright © morningglory
Thanks morning glory - love
Thanks morning glory - love ya back hugss
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."
The sheer candor of this poem
The sheer candor of this poem gives it a tremendous verbal power; and the short lines resonate like a conversation overheard, a conversation not hesitant to address certain difficult details in the search and effort to become more inclusive. But the actual spiritual center of the poem is in the final fourteen lines, beginning with the phrase "An endless exploration . . ." At this point, the poem soars into a poetic engagement with three huge literary sources: T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets (especially "Little Gidding"); Wallace Stevens' great summary poem, "The Planet On The Table," and various parts of Dante's Divine Comedy. With these, your poem reminds us that Poetry is the supreme human communication---and that it functions both as a personal expression and as a communal expression, what Mallarme called, "mots de la tribu" in his poem about the tomb of Poe. Poetry is a birdge between the intensely personal and the shared communal---and like a functional bridge, it does not favor either point but provides a link between them. Your poem demonstrates this in a very accessible way, and I applaud what you have accomplished here.
Starward
Oh wow! I am always floored
Oh wow! I am always floored when I not only read but analyse your comments. They always send me on a unique and valuable journey! Thank you sincerely hugss
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."
Oh, how I get this! In a
Oh, how I get this! In a brilliant sweep of questions and shrewd observations, you guide us back to the only way to live: to be our authentic selves regardless of their judgement, even at the risk of losing their love, which is certainly not the unconstitutional love we deserve. Eloquent wisdom from a great artist and an enlightened being.
Yes may we always have the
Yes may we always have the courage to do so and the fortitude to bear the costs. Hugss
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."
You Have Talent
There is much mystery I draw from your poems,
albeit in super straightforward manner presented.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
That's all the world is
That's all the world is through our own perceptions mysteries to each others schemata. Thank you for your support and encouragement. Hugss
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."